"AndhereIam!"shelaughed,completelyunderstanding。"Ithinkwe'relikethosetwoinTheCloisterandtheHearth。I'mjusttheroughBurgundiancross—bowman,Denys,whofollowedthatgentleGerardandtoldeverybodythatthedevilwasdead。"
"Heisn't,though,"saidBibbs,asahoarselittlebellinthenextroombeganaseriesofsnappingswhichprovedtobeten,uponcount。"HegetsintotheclockwheneverI'mwithyou。"And,sighingdeeply,herosetogo。
"You'realwaysverypromptaboutleavingme。"
"I——Itrytobe,"hesaid。"Itisn'teasytobecarefulnottoriskeverythingbygivingmyselfalittlemoreatatime。IfIeversawyoulooktired——"
"Haveyouever?"
"Notyet。Youalwayslook——youalwayslook——"
"How?"
"Care—free。That'sit。Exceptwhenyoufeelsorryformeaboutsomething,youalwayshavethatsplendidlook。Itputscourageintopeopletoseeit。
IfIhadastruggletofaceI'dkeeprememberingthatlook——andI'dnevergiveup!It'sabravelook,too,asthoughgaietymightbeakindofgallantryonyourpart,andyetIdon'tquiteunderstandwhyitshouldbe,either。"Hesmiledquizzically,lookingdownuponher。"Mary,youhaven'ta'secretsorrow,'haveyou?"
Foranswersheonlylaughed。
"No,"hesaid;"Ican'timagineyouwithacareintheworld。Ithinkthat'swhyyouweresokindtome——youhavenothingbuthappinessinyourownlife,andsoyoucouldsparetimetomakemytroublesturntohappiness,too。Butthere'sonelittletimeinthetwenty—fourhourswhenI'mnothappy。It'snow,whenIhavetosaygoodnight。Ifeeldismaleverytimeitcomes——andthen,whenI'veleftthehouse,there'sabadlittleblankness,ablackvoid,asthoughIweretemporarilydead;anditlastsuntilIgetitestablishedinmymindthatI'mreallybeginninganotherdaythat'stoendwithYOUagain。
ThenIcheerup。Butnow'sthebadtime——andImustgothroughit,andso——goodnight。"Andheaddedwithapungentvehemenceofwhichhewaslittleaware,"Ihateit!"
"Doyou?"shesaid,risingtogotothedoorwithhim。Buthestoodmotionless,gazingatherwonderingly。
"Mary!Youreyesareso——"Hestopped。
"Yes?"Butshelookedquicklyaway。
"Idon'tknow,"hesaid。"Ithoughtjustthen——"
"Whatdidyouthink?"
"Idon'tknow——itseemedtomethattherewassomethingIoughttounderstand——anddidn't。"
Shelaughedandmethiswonderinggazeagainfrankly。"Myeyesarepleased,"
shesaid。"I'mgladthatyoumissmealittleafteryougo。"
"Butto—morrow'scomingfasterthanotherdaysifyou'llletit,"hesaid。
Sheinclinedherhead。"Yes。I'll——'letit'!"
"Goingtochurch,"saidBibbs。"ItISgoingtochurchwhenIgowithyou!"
Shewenttothefrontdoorwithhim;shealwayswentthatfar。Theyhadformedalittlecodeofleave—taking,byhabit,neitherofthemeverspeakingofit;butitwasalwaysthesame。Shealwaysstoodinthedoorwayuntilhereachedthesidewalk,andtherehealwaysturnedandlookedback,andshewavedherhandtohim。Thenhewenton,halfwaytotheNewHouse,andlookedbackagain,andMarywasnotinthedoorway,butthedoorwasopenandthelightshone。Itwasasifshemeanttotellhimthatshewouldnevershuthimout;hecouldalwaysseethatfriendlylightoftheopendoorway——asifitwereopenforhimtocomeback,ifhewould。HecouldseeituntilawingoftheNewHousecamebetween,whenhewentupthepath。Theopendoorwayseemedtohimthebeautifulsymbolofherfriendship——ofherthoughtofhim;asymbolofherselfandofherineffablekindness。
Andshekeptthedooropen——evento—night,thoughthesleetandfinesnowsweptinuponherbarethroatandarms,andherbrownhairwasstrewnwithtinywhitestars。Hisheartleapedasheturnedandsawthatshewasthere,wavingherhandtohim,asifshedidnotknowthatthestormtouchedher。
Whenhehadgoneon,Marydidasshealwaysdid——shewentintoanunlitroomacrossthehallfromthatinwhichtheyhadspenttheevening,and,lookingfromthewindow,watchedhimuntilhewasoutofsight。Thestormmadethatdifficultto—night,butshecaughtaglimpseofhimunderthestreet—lampthatstoodbetweenthetwohouses,andsawthatheturnedtolookbackagain。
Then,andnotbefore,shelookedattheupperwindowsofRoscoe'shouseacrossthestreet。Theyweredark。Marywaited,butafteralittlewhilesheclosedthefrontdoorandreturnedtoherwindow。AmomentlatertwooftheupperwindowsofRoscoe'shouseflashedintolightandahandloweredtheshadeofoneofthem。Maryfeltthecoldthen——itwasthethirdnightshehadseenthosewindowslightedandtheshadelowered,justafterBibbshadgone。
ButBibbshadnoglancetospareforRoscoe'swindows。Hestoppedforhislastlookbackattheopendoor,and,withathinmantleofwhitealreadyuponhisshoulders,madehisway,gaspinginthewind,totheleeoftheshelteringwingoftheNewHouse。
AstrickenGeorge,mutteringhoarsely,admittedhim,andBibbsbecameawareofaparoxysmwithinthehouse。Terriblesoundscamefromthelibrary:Sheridancursingasneverbefore;hiswifesobbing,hervoicerisingtoanagonizedsquealofprotestuponeachofaseriesofmuffleddetonations——theoutrageousthumpingofabandagedhanduponwood;thenGurney,sharplyimperious,"Keepyourhandinthatsling!Keepyourhandinthatsling,I
say!"
"LOOK!"Georgegasped,delightedtoplayheraldforsoimportantatragedy;
andhereneweduponhisfacetheghastlyexpressionwithwhichhehadfirstbeheldtheruinshiscalamitousgesturelaidbeforetheeyesofBibbs。"Lookat'atlamidalstatue!"
Gazingdownthehall,Bibbssawheroicwreckage,seeminglyByzantine——paintedcolossalfragmentsoftheshatteredtorso,appallinglyhuman;andgildedandsilveredheapsofmagnificencestrewnamongruinouspalmslikethespoilofabarbarians'battle。Therehadbeenamassacreintheoasis——theMoorhadbeenhurledheadlongfromhispedestal。
"Hehit'atolelamidalstatue,"saidGeorge。"POW!"
"Myfather?"
"YESshu!POW!hehit'er!An'you'maruntellmegitdoctuhquick'sIkintelefoam——shesho'you'pagoin'bus'ablood—vessel。Heain'ttakin'on'tallNOW。Heain'tnothin''talltowhathewas'whileago。Youdonemiss'
it,Mist'Bibbs。Doctuhgothimallquiet'down,towhathewas。POW!hehit'er!Yessuh!"HetookBibbs'scoatandprofferedacrumpledtelegraphform。
"Herewhatcome,"hesaid。"Ipick'erupwhenhedonestompin'on'er。Youread'er,Mist'Bibbs——you'matellmetuhn'erovuhtoyousoon'syoucomein。"
Bibbsreadthetelegramquickly。ItwasfromNewYorkandaddressedtoMrs。
Sheridan。
SureyouwillallapprovestephavetakenaswassowretchedmyhealthwouldprobablysufferedseverelyRobertandIweremarriedthisafternoonthoughtbesthavequietweddingabsolutelysureyouwillunderstandwisdomofstepwhenyouknowRobertbetteramhappiestwomaninworldareleavingforFloridawillwireaddresswhensettledwillremaintillspringlovetoallfatherwilllikehimtoowhenknowshimlikeIdoheisjustideal。
EdithLamhorn。
Georgedeparted,andBibbswasleftgazinguponchaosandlisteningtothunder。Hecouldnotreachthestairwaywithoutpassingtheopendoorsofthelibrary,andhewasconvincedthatthemereglimpseofhim,justthen,wouldprovenothinglessthaninsufferableforhisfather。Forthatreasonhewasabouttomakehisescapeintothegold—and—brocaderoom,intendingtokeepoutofsight,whenheheardSheridanvociferouslydemandinghispresence。
"Tellhimtocomeinhere!He'soutthere。IheardGeorgejustlethimin。
Nowyou'llSEE!"Andtear—stainedMrs。Sheridan,lookingoutintothehall,beckonedtoherson。
Bibbswentasfarasthedoorway。Gurneysatwindingastripofwhitecotton,hisblackbagopenuponachairnearby;andSheridanwasstridingupanddown,hishandsoheavilywrappedinfreshbandagesthatheseemedtobewearingasmallboxing—glove。Hiseyeswerebloodshot;hisforeheadwasheavilybedewed;onesideofhiscollarhadbrokenloose,andtherewereblood—stainsuponhisrightcuff。
"THERE'Sourlittlesunshine!"hecried,asBibbsappeared。"THERE'Sthehopeo'thefamily——mylifelongprideandjoy!Iwant——"
"Keepyouhandinthatsling,"saidGurney,sharply。
Sheridanturneduponhim,utteringasoundlikeahowl。"ForGod'ssake,singanothertune!"hecried。"Yousaidyou'cameasadoctorbutstayasafriend,'andinthatcapacityyouundertaketositupandcriticizeME——"
"Oh,talksense,"saidthedoctor,andyawnedintentionally。"WhatdoyouwantBibbstosay?"
"Youweresittin'uptheretellin'meIgot'hysterical'——'hysterical,'ohLord!YousatupthereandtoldmeIgot'hysterical'overnothin'!Yousatuptheretellin'meIdidn'thaveasheavyburdensasmanyanothermanyouknew。IjustwantyoutohearTHIS。Nowlisten!"Heswungtowardthequietfigurewaitinginthedoorway。"Bibbs,willyoucomedown—townwithmeMondaymorningandletmestartyouwithtwovice—presidencies,adirectorship,stock,andsalaries?Iaskyou。"
"No,father,"saidBibbs,gently。
SheridanlookedatGurneyandthenfacedhissononcemore。
"Bibbs,youwanttostayintheshop,doyou,atninedollarsaweek,insteadoftakin'upmyoffer?"
"Yes,sir。"
"AndI'dlikethedoctortohear:What'llyoudoifIdecideyou'retoohigh—pricedaworkin'—maneithertoliveinmyhouseorworkinmyshop?"
"Findotherwork,"saidBibbs。
"There!Youhearhimforyourself!"Sheridancried。"Youhearwhat——"
"Keepyouhandinthatsling!Yes,Ihearhim。"
SheridanleanedoverGurneyandshouted,inavoicethatcrackedandbroke,pipingintofalsetto:"Hethinksofbein'aPLUMBER!HewantstobeaPLUMBER!Hetoldmehecouldn'tTHINKifhewentintobusiness——hewantstobeaplumbersohecanTHINK!"
Hefellbackastep,wipinghisforheadwiththebackofhislefthand。
"There!That'smyson!That'stheonlysonIgotnow!That'smychancetolive,"hecried,withabitternessthatseemedtoleaveashesinhisthroat。
"That'smyonechancetolive——thatthingyouseeinthedoorwayyonder!"
Dr。Gurneythoughtfullyregardedthebandagestriphehadbeenwinding,andtosseditintotheopenbag。"What'sthematterwithgivingBibbsachancetolive?"hesaid,coolly。"IwouldifIwereyou。You'vehadTWOthatwentintobusiness。"
Sheridan'smouthmovedgrotesquelybeforehecouldspeak。"JoeGurney,"hesaid,whenhecouldcommandhimselfsofar,"areyouaccusin'meoftheresponsibilityforthedeathofmysonJames?"
"Iaccuseyouofnothing,"saidthedoctor。"ButjustonceI'dliketohaveitoutwithyouonthequestionofBibbs——andwhilehe'shere,too。"Hegotup,walkedtothefire,andstoodwarminghishandsbehindhisbackandsmiling。"Lookhere,oldfellow,let'sbereasonable,"hesaid。"YouwereboundBibbsshouldgototheshopagain,andIgaveyouandhim,both,tounderstandprettyplainlythatifhewentitwasattheriskofhislife。
Well,whatdidhedo?Hesaidhewantedtogo。Andhedidgo,andhe'smadegoodthere。Now,see:Isn'tthatenough?Can'tyoulethimoffnow?Hewantstowrite,andhowdoyouknowthathecouldn'tdoitifyougavehimachance?Howdoyouknowhehasn'tsomemessage——somethingtosaythatmightmaketheworldjustalittlebithappierorwiser?HeMIGHT——intime——it'sapossibilitynottobedenied。Nowhecan'tdeliveranymessageifhegoesdowntherewithyou,andhewon'tHAVEanytodeliver。Idon'tsaygoingdownwithyouislikelytoinjurehishealth,asIthoughttheshopwould,andastheshopdid,thefirsttime。I'mnotspeakingasdoctornow,anyhow。ButI
tellyouonethingIknow:ifyoutakehimdownthereyou'llkillsomethingthatIfeelisinhim,andit'sfiner,Ithink,thanhisphysicalbody,andyou'llkillitdeaderthanadoor—nail!Andsowhynotletitlive?You'veaboutcometotheendofyourstring,oldfellow。WhynotstopthisperpetualdevilishfightingandgiveBibbshischance?"
Sheridanstoodlookingathimfixedly。"What'fighting?'"
"Yours——withnature。"Gurneysustainedthedauntinggazeofhisfierceantagonistequably。"Youdon'tseemtounderstandthatyou'vebeenstrugglingagainstactuallaw。"
"Whatlaw?"
"Naturallaw,"saidGurney。"WhatdoyouthinkbeatyouwithEdith?DidEdith,herself,beatyou?Didn'tsheobeywithoutquestionsomethingpowerfulthatwasagainstyou?EDITHwasn'tagainstyou,andyouweren'tagainstHER,butyousetyourselfagainstthepowerthathadherinitsgrip,anditshotoutaspurtofflame——andwoninawalk!What'stakenRoscoefromyou?
Timbersbearjustsomuchstrain,oldman;butYOUwantedtosendtheloadacrossthebrokenbridge,andyouthoughtyoucouldbullyorcoaxthecrackedthingintostanding。Well,youcouldn't!Nowhere'sBibbs。Therearethousandsofmenfitforthelifeyouwanthimtolead——andsoishe。Itwouldn'ttakehalfofBibbs'sbrainstobetwiceasgoodabusinessmanasJimandRoscoeputtogether。"
"WHAT!"Sheridangoggledathimlikeazany。
"YoursonBibbs,"saidthedoctor,composedly,"BibbsSheridanhasthekindandquantityof'graymatter'thatwillmakehimasuccessinanything——ifheeverwakesup!PersonallyIshouldpreferhimtoremainasleep。Ilikehimthatway。Butthethousandsofmenfitforthelifeyouwanthimtoleadaren'tfittodomuchwiththelifeheOUGHTtolead。Blindly,he'sbeenfightingforthechancetoleadit——he'sobeyingsomethingthatbegstostayalivewithinhim;and,blindly,heknowsyou'llcrushitout。You'vesetyourwilltodoit。Letmetellyousomethingmore。Youdon'tknowwhatyou'vebecomesinceJim'sgoingthwartedyou——andthat'swhatwasuppermost,abafflementstrongerthanyournormalgrief。You'rehalfmadwithaconsumingfuryagainsttheveryselfofthelaw——foritwastheveryselfofthelawthattookJimfromyou。Thatwasalawconcerningthecohesionofmolecules。
TheveryselfofthelawtookRoscoefromyouandgaveEdiththecertaintyofbeatingyou;andtheveryselfofthelawmakesBibbsdenyyouto—night。TheLAWbeatsyou。Haven'tyoubeenwhippedenough?Butyouwanttowhipthelaw——you'vesetyourselfagainstit,tobendittoyourownends,towielditandtwistit——"
ThevoicebrokefromSheridan'sheavingchestinashout。"Yes!AndbyGod,Iwill!"
"SoAjaxdefiedthelightning,"saidGurney。
"I'veheardthatdam'—foolstory,too,"Sheridanretorted,fiercely。"That'sforchuldernandniggers。Itain'ttwentiethcentury,letmetellyou!
"Defiedthelighning,'didhe,thejackass!Ifhe'dbeenhalfamanhe'd'a'
gotawaywithit。WEdon'tgoshowin'offdefyin'thelightning——wehitchitupandmakeitworkforuslikeablack—steer!Amannowadayswouldjustassoonthinko'defyin'awood—shed!"
"Well,whataboutBibbs?"saidGurney。"Willyoubeareallybigmannowand——"
"Gurney,youknowalotaboutbigness!"Sheridanbegantowalktoandfroagain,andthedoctorreturnedgloomilytohischair。Hehadshothisboltthemomenthejudgeditschancetostrikecenterwasbest,butthetargetseemedunawareofthemarksman。
"I'mtryin'tomakeabigmanouto'thatpoortruckyonder,"Sheridanwenton,"andyoustepin,beggin'metolethimbeLordknowswhat——Idon't!I
supposeyoufigureitoutthatnowIgotaSON—IN—LAW,Imightn'tneedason!
Yes,Igotason—in—lawnow——aspender!"
"Oh,putyourhandback!"saidGurney,wearily。
Therewasabronzeinkstanduponthetable。Sheridanputhisrighthandinthesling,butwithhisleftheswepttheinkstandfromthetableandhalf—wayacrosstheroom——acometwithadestroyingblacktail。Mrs。Sheridanshriekedandsprangtowardit。
"Letitlay!"heshouted,fiercely。"Letitlay!"And,weeping,sheobeyed。
"Yes,sir,"hewenton,inavoicethemoreominousforthesuddenhushheputuponit。"Igotaspenderforason—in—law!It'swonderfulwherepropertygoes,sometimes。TherewasolemanTracy——yourememberhim,Doc——J。R。Tracy,solidbanker。Hewentintothebankasmessenger,seventeenyearsold;hewaspresidentatforty—three,andhebuiltthatbankwithhislifeforfortyyearsmore。Hewasdowntherefromnineinthemorninguntilfourintheafternoonthedaybeforehedied——overeighty!Giltedge,thatbank?Itwasdiamondedge!Heusedtoeatabago'peanutsandandappleforlunch;buthewasn'tstingy——hewasjustlivin'inhisbusiness。Hedidn'tcareforpieorautomobiles——hehadhisbank。Itwasaninstitution,anditcomeprettynearbein'thebeatin'hearto'thistowninitstime。Well,thatolemanusedtopassoneo'thesehereturned—up—noseandturned—up—pantscigaretteboysonthestreets。Neverspoketohim,Tracydidn't。Speaktohim?God!hewouldn't'a'coughedonhim!Hewouldn't'a'lethimcleanthecuspidorsatthebank!Why,ifhe'd'a'justseenhimstandin'inFRONTthebankhe'd'a'
hadhimrunoffthestreet。AndyetallTracywasdoin'everydayofhislifewasworkin'forthatcigaretteboy!Tracythoughtitwasforthebank;
hethoughthewasgivin'hislifeandhislife—bloodandthebloodofhisbrainforthebank,buthewasn't。Itwaseverybit——fromthetimehewentinatseventeentillhediedinharnessateighty—three——itwaseverylastlickofitjustslavin'forthatturned—up—nose,turned—up—pantscigaretteboy。
ANDTRACYDIDN'TEVENKNOWHISNAME!Hedied,noteverhavin'heardit,thoughhechasedhimoffthefrontstepsofhishouseonce。ThedayafterTracydiedhisold—maiddaughtermarriedthecigarette——andthereAIN'TanyTracybankanymore!Andnow"——hisvoiceroseagain——"andnowIgotacigaretteson—in—law!"
Gurneypointedtotheflourishingrighthandwithoutspeaking,andSheridanoncemorereturnedittothesling。
"Myson—in—lawlikesFloridathiswinter,"Sheridanwenton。"That'sgood,andmyson—in—lawbetterenjoyit,becauseIdon'tthinkhe'llbetherenextwinter。Theygottwelve—thousanddollarstospend,andIhearitcanbedoneinFloridabyrichsons—in—law。WhenRoscoe'swomangotmetospendthatmuchonaporchfortheirnewhouse,Edithwouldn'tgivemeaminute'sresttillI
turnedoverthesametoher。Andshe'sgotit,besideswhatIgavehertogoEaston。It'llbegonelongbeforethistimenextyear,andwhenshecomeshomeandleavesthecigarettebehind——forgood——she'llgetsomemore。MY
nameain'tTracy,andthereain'tgoin'tobeanyTracybusinessintheSheridanfamily。Andthereain'tgoin'tobeanycollegefoundin'andendowin'andtrusteein',norGod—knows—whattokeepmypropertyalivewhenI'mgone!Edith'llbeback,andshe'llgetagirl'ssharewhenshe'sthroughwiththatcigarette,but——"
"Bytheway,"interposedGurney,"didn'tMrs。SheridantellmethatBibbswarnedyouEdithwouldmarryLamhorninNewYork?"
Sheridanwentcompletelytopieces:heswore,whilehiswifescreamedandstoppedherears。Andashesworehepoundedthetablewithhiswoundedhand,andwhenthedoctor,afterstormingathimineffectively,sprangtocatchandprotectthathand,Sheridanwrencheditaway,tearingthebandage。Hehammeredthetabletillitleaped。
"Fool!"hepanted,choking。"Ifhe'sshowngumptionenoughtoguessrightthefirsttimeinhislife,it'senoughformetobeginlearnin'himon!"And,strugglingwiththedoctor,heleanedtowardBibbs,thrustingforwardhisconvulsedface,whichwasdeathlypale。"Mynameain'tTracy,Itellyou!"hescreamed,hoarsely。"Yougivein,youstubbornfool!I'vehadmywaywithyoubefore,andI'llhavemywaywithyounow!"
Bibbs'sfacewasaswhiteashisfather's,buthekeptrememberingthat"splendidlook"ofMary'swhichhehadtoldherwouldgivehimcourageinastruggle,sothathewould"nevergiveup。"
"No。Youcan'thaveyourway,"hesaid。Andthen,obeyingasignificantmotionofGurney'shead,hewentoutquickly,leavingthemstruggling。
Mrs。Sheridan,inawrapper,noiselesslyopenedthedoorofherhusband'sroomatdaybreakthenextmorning,andpeeredwithinthedarkenedchamber。Atthe"old"housetheyhadsharedaroom,butthearchitecthadchosentoseparatethemattheNew,andtheyhadnotknownhowtoformulateanobjection,althoughtobothofthemsomethingseemedvaguelyreprehensibleinthenewarrangement。
Sheridandidnotstir,andshewaswithdrawingherheadfromtheaperturewhenhespoke。
"Oh,I'm,AWAKE!Comein,ifyouwantto,andshutthedoor。"
Shecameandsatbythebed。"Iwokeupthinkin'aboutit,"sheexplained。
"AndthemoreIthoughtaboutitthesurerIgotImustberight,andIknewyou'dbetormentin'yourselfifyouwasawake,so——well,yougotplentyothertroubles,butI'mjustsureyouain'tgoin'tohavetheworrywithBibbsitlookslike。"
"YouBETIain't!"hegrunted。
"Lookhowbiddablehewasaboutgoin'backtotheWorks,"shecontinued。"He'sarightgood—heartedboy,really,andsometimesIhonestlyhavetosayheseemsrightsmart,too。Nowandthenhe'llsaysomethingsoundsrightbright。
'Course,mostalwaysitdoesn't,andagooddealofthetime,whenhesaysthings,why,Ihavetofeelgladwehaven'tgotcompany,becausethey'dthinkhedidn'thaveanygumptionatall。Yet,lookatthewayhedidwhenJim——whenJimgothurt。Hetookrightholdo'things。'Coursehe'dbeensickhimselfsomuchandall——andtherestofusneverhad,much,andwewerekindo'greenaboutwhattodointhatkindo'trouble——still,hedidtakehold,andeverythingwentoffallright;you'llhavetosaythatmuch,papa。AndDr。
Gurneysayshe'sgotbrains,andyoucan'tdenybutwhatthedoctor'srightconsiderableofaman。Heactssleepy,butthat'sonlybecausehe'sgotsuchalargepractice——he'saprettywide—awakekindofamansomeways。Well,whathesayslastnightaboutBibbshimselfbein'asleep,andhowmuchhe'damounttoifheeverwokeup——that'swhatIgottothinkin'about。Youheardhim,papa;hesays,'Bibbs'llbeabiggerbusinessmanthanwhatJimandRoscoewasputtogether——ifheeverwakesup,'hesays。Wasn'tthatexactlywhathesays?"
"Isupposeso,"saidSheridan,withoutexhibitinganyinterest。"Gurney'scrazier'nBibbs,butifhewasn't——ifwhathesayswastrue——whatofit?"
"Listen,papa。JustsupposeBibbstookitintohismindtogetmarried。Youknowwherehegoesallthetime——"
"Oh,Lord,yes!"Sheridanturnedoverinthebed,hisfacetothewall,leavingvisibleofhimselfonlythethickgrizzleofhishair。"Youbettergobacktosleep。Herunsoverthere——everyminuteshe'lllethim,Isuppose。
Gobacktobed。There'snothin'init。"
"WHYain'tthere?"sheurged。"Iknowbetter——thereis,too!Youwaitandsee。There'sjustonethingintheworldthat'llwakethesleepiestyoungmanaliveup——yes,andmakehimJUMPup——andIdon'tcarewhoheisorhowsoundasleepitlookslikeheis。That'swhenhetakesitintohisheadtopickoutsomegirlandsettledownandhaveahomeandchuldernofhisown。
THEN,Iguess,he'llgooutafterthemoney!You'llsee。I'veknowndozenso'
cases,andso'veyou——moony,no—'countyoungmen,allnotionsandtalk,goin'
tobeministers,maybeorsomething;andthere'sjustthisonethingtakesitoutof'emandbrings'emrightdowntobusiness。Well,InevercouldmakeoutjustwhatitisBibbswantstobe,really;doesn'tseemhewantstobeaministerexactly——he'ssofar—awayyoucan'ttell,andheneverSAYS——butI
knowthisisgoin'togethimrightdowntocommonsense。Now,Idon'tsaythatBibbshasgottheideainhisheadyet——'relsehewouldn'tbetalkin'
thatfool—talkaboutninedollarsaweekbein'goodenoughforhimtoliveon。
Butit'sCOMIN',papa,andhe'llJUMPforwhateveryouwanttohandhimout。
Hewill!AndIcantellyouthismuch,too:he'llwantallthesalaryandstockhecangetholdof,andhe'llhustletokeepgettin'more。Thatgirl'sthekindthatayounghusbandjustgoescrazytogivethingsto!She'sprettyandfine—lookin',andthingslookniceonher,andIguessshe'dliketohave'emaboutaswellasthenext。AndIguesssheisn'tgettin'manythesedays,either,andshe'llbeprettyreadyforthechange。Isawherwithhersleevesrolledupatthekitchenwindowtheotherday,andJacksontoldmeyesterdaytheircooklefttwoweeksago,andtheyhaven'ttriedtohireanotherone。Hesaysherandhermotherbeendoin'thehouseworkagoodwhile,andnowthey'redoin'thecookin,'too。'CourseBibbswouldn'tknowthatunlessshe'stoldhim,andIreckonshewouldn't;she'skindo'stiffish—lookin',andBibbsistooupinthecloudstonoticeanythinglikethatforhimself。They'veneveraskedhimtoamealinthehouse,buthewouldn'tnoticethat,either——he'skindofinnocent。NowIwasthinkin'——youknow,Idon'tsupposewe'vehardlymentionedthegirl'snameattablesinceJimwent,butitseemstomemaybeif——"
Sheridanflungouthisarms,utteringasoundhalf—groan,half—yawn。"You'rebarkin'upthewrongtree!Goonbacktobed,mamma!"
"WhyamI?"shedemanded,crossly。"WhyamIbarkin'upthewrongtree?"
"Becauseyouare。There'snothin'init。"
"I'llbetyou,"shesaid,rising——"I'llbetyouhegoestochurchwithherthismorning。Whatyouwanttobet?"
"Gobacktobed,"hecommanded。"IKNOWwhatI'mtalkin'about;there'snothin'init,Itellyou。"
Sheshookherheadperplexedly。"Youthinkbecause——becauseJimwasrunnin'
somuchwithheritwouldn'tlookright?"
"No。Nothin'todowithit。"
"Then——doyouknowsomethingaboutitthatyouain'ttoldme?"
"Yes,Ido,"hegrunted。"Nowgoon。MaybeIcangetalittlesleep。I
ain'thadanyyet!"
"Well——"Shewenttothedoor,herexpressiondowncast。"Ithoughtmaybe——but——"Shecoughedprefatorily。"Oh,papa,somethingelseIwantedtotellyou。Iwastalkin'toRoscoeoverthe'phonelastnightwhenthetelegramcame,soIforgottotellyou,but——well,Sibylwantstocomeoverthisafternoon。Roscoesaysshehassomethingshewantstosaytous。It'llbethefirsttimeshe'sbeenoutsinceshewasabletositup——andIreckonshewantstotellusshe'ssorryforwhathappened。Theyexpecttogetoffbytheendo'theweek,andIreckonshewantstofeelshe'sdonewhatshecouldtokindo'makeup。Anyway,that'swhathesaid。I'phonedhimagainaboutEdith,andhesaiditwouldn'tdisturbSibyl,becauseshe'dbeenexpectin'it;