The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1917-03-09

sIFTINGsNEws.
sAsrtsr th.. the mn Of AGio.s. bu, ssieas'
ME - only . sixth - long A. that Of the
Galapagos tortoise
The rooster - . depsndent: he depends
upoa ths farmer and the weather. Aidas
10 . depenAent: he depends upon the
farmer and ths weather. The rooster
thinks oaly sf the momsnt: Midas pro-
vides for tomorrow. What does he pro-
vide for tomorrow Nothing that the
rooster viii Sot have without providing.
The rooster and tho prosperous worker:
they are born. they grub. they love: they
grub and love srvbbing: they grub and
knows knowledge. And after an. whom
Midas and the rooseef Dies, there 70 one
thing Midas has had and rooster has not
Midas has had The excitsmaot Of accumu-
lating what he has gTubosd. and that has
been his life and his love and his goa- He
cannot take that god With him whsa he
dies. I wonder II the worthy gods are
those We can take With us-
Midas must teach all to b - Adas:
the young must b raised in his religion
The manuscript ended there. and
Sheridan was not anxious for more. He
crumpled the sheets into Q ball, depos-
II -
beside him: then, riding. he consulted q
Cyclopedia Of Names. which q book
agent had somehow sold to him years
before; . volume now nrst put to use
for the location Of Midas" Having
read the legend, Sheridan walked up
and down the spacious ofice exhaling
the breath Of contempt. Dam fooI!'
he mumbled.
He felt very lonely. and this was,
daily, his hardest hour. For q long
time he and Jim had lunched together
habitually at q small restaurant near
the Sheridan building. where they
spent twenty minutes in the consump-
ton Of food. and twenty In talk. with
cigars. But now Sheridan remained
alone in his office: he had not gone out
to lunch since Jim's death. nor did he
have anything sent to him-he tasted
until evening.
It was the time he missed Jim per.
sonally the most-the voice and eyes
and handshake, all brisk and alert, all
businesslike. But Sheridan's sense of
loss went far deeper. Jim was the one
who would have been surest to keep
the great property growing greater.
year by year. Sheridan had fallen
asleep. night after night, picturing
what the growth would be under Jim.
He had believed that Jim was abso-
lutely certain to be one Of the biggest
men in the country. Well, 1t was all
up to Roscoe nowi
That reminded him Of q question he
had in mind to ask Roscoe. 1t was a
question Sheridan considered Of no
present Importance, but his wife had
suggested it-though vaguely-and he
had meant to speak to Roscoe about It
However, Roscoe had not come into
his fathers office for several days, and
when Sheridan had seen his son at
home there had been no opportunity.
He waited until the greater part Of
his days work was over, toward four
o'clock. and then went down to Ros-
GOES office, which was on q lower floor.
He found several men waiting for busi-
ness interviews In an outer room Of
the series Roscoe occupied; and he sup
posed that he would find his son busy
with others, and that his question
would have to be postponed, but when
he entered the door marked "R. C.
Sheridan. Private" Roscoe was there
alone.
He was sitting with his back to the
door, his feet on a window-sill, and he
did not turn as his father opened the
door.
Some pretty good men out there
waitin' to see you. my boy" said Sheri-
dnn hot <bn f%oe
Nothing" Roscoe answered indis-
tinctly, not moving.
"Well, I guess that's all right, too.
let 'em wait sometimes myself! I
Just wanted to ask you a question, but
1 expect it'll keep. If you're workin'
something out in your mind"
Roscoe made no reply; and his ia
ther, who had turned to the door,
paused with his hand on the knob,
staring curiausly at the motionless-
figure in the chair. Usually the son
seemed pleased and eager when he
came to the office. You're all right,
amt your" said Sheridan. "Not sick,
are you"
"No,"
Sheridan was puzzled; then, abrupt
ly. he decided to ask his question. II
wanted to talk to you about that young
Lamhorn." he said. II guess your
mother thinks he's comm to see Edith
pretty often, and you know him longer
n any Of us, So"
II won't" said Roscoe, thickly-T
won't say q dam thing about him!''
Sheridan uttered an exclamation and
walked quickly to a position near the
window where he could see his sons
face. Roscoe's eyes were bloodshot
and vacuous; his hair was disordered,
his mouth was distorted, and he was
deathly pale. The father stood aghast.
"RY Genr1ep he muffered MRna-