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The Turmoil
ings; he only knew that the joy of life had faded from his father's eyes, and that it was his duty to try to bring it back.
The succeeding days brought amazing changes — changes that startled James Sheridan even more than they startled Bibbs. The dreamer became the worker ; the boy who had been content to watch the whirling of the stars and sing his songs of trees and babbling
"Nor did I, dad," answered Bibbs. "But when Jim died, and you seemed to collapse, of a sudden the turmoil caught me in its embrace and — good-by to my
to the clouds.
"Bibbs, my son, I once thought that business was the only thing in the world. It isn't. I begin to be afraid
that you "
"Don't worry, dad. I haven't lost the sense of beauty, and I thank God that, though I am plunged in finance during the working day, I can still thrill
"He gave his life for the turmoil
brooks became the embodiment of big business, the moving spirit in the manufacture and marketing of the Sheridan Automatic Pump. He branched out into new enterprises daringly ; and everything he touched turned to gold. True, there was unlimited capital to work with, and a skilled staff that was ripe for his enthusiasm. Before a year had passed, his father's surprise and unbelief gave way to a vast satisfaction.
"I didn't think you had it in you, Bibbs," he said one daw
spectacle of massed crimson-tipped, in the evening sky. That sort of thing doesn't appeal much to you. dad, but there is one other person in the world who has the same appreciation for beauty that I have — I mean Mary Yertrees."
"Mary Yertrees?" repeated the old man, with a groan. "Bibbs, has she ever told vou about her
Jim ?"
"No. I spoke of it once, but she changed the conversation."
"Vou did not know that she had sent him a letter just before he died?" "No."
"I have it here. I opened it after Jim was gone. I thought it might contain some tidings that I had been waiting to hear. It didn't." Then, with a wan smile, as he delved into his pocket
and sorted out Mary's letter: "Read it, Bibbs, and tell me what you think of it." And Bibbs read:
Dear Mr. Sheridan : I have thought the matter over carefully, and I have come to