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good　there。　　Now；　see：　Isn't　that　enough？　　Can't　you　let　him　off　now？　　He

wants　to　write；　and　how　do　you　know　that　he　couldn't　do　it　if　you　gave　him　a

chance？　　How　do　you　know　he　hasn't　some　message　something　to　say　that　might

make　the　world　just　a　little　bit　happier　or　wiser？　　He　MIGHTin　timeit's　a

possibility　not　to　be　denied。　　Now　he　can't　deliver　any　message　if　he　goes

down　there　with　you；　and　he　won't　HAVE　any　to　deliver。　　I　don't　say　going　down

with　you　is　likely　to　injure　his　health；　as　I　thought　the　shop　would；　and　as

the　shop　did；　the　first　time。　　I'm　not　speaking　as　doctor　now；　anyhow。　　But　I

tell　you　one　thing　I　know：　if　you　take　him　down　there　you'll　kill　something

that　I　feel　is　in　him；　and　it's　finer；　I　think；　than　his　physical　body；　and

you'll　kill　it　deader　than　a　door…nail！　　And　so　why　not　let　it　live？　　You've

about　come　to　the　end　of　your　string；　old　fellow。　　Why　not　stop　this　perpetual

devilish　fighting　and　give　Bibbs　his　chance？〃



Sheridan　stood　looking　at　him　fixedly。　　〃What　'fighting？'〃



〃Yourswith　nature。〃　　Gurney　sustained　the　daunting　gaze　of　his　fierce

antagonist　equably。　　〃You　don't　seem　to　understand　that　you've　been　struggling

against　actual　law。〃



〃What　law？〃



〃Natural　law；〃　said　Gurney。　　〃What　do　you　think　beat　you　with　Edith？　　Did

Edith；　herself；　beat　you？　　Didn't　she　obey　without　question　something　powerful

that　was　against　you？　　EDITH　wasn't　against　you；　and　you　weren't　against　HER；

but　you　set　yourself　against　the　power　that　had　her　in　its　grip；　and　it　shot

out　a　spurt　of　flameand　won　in　a　walk！　　What's　taken　Roscoe　from　you？

Timbers　bear　just　so　much　strain；　old　man；　but　YOU　wanted　to　send　the　load

across　the　broken　bridge；　and　you　thought　you　could　bully　or　coax　the　cracked

thing　into　standing。　　Well；　you　couldn't！　Now　here's　Bibbs。　　There　are

thousands　of　men　fit　for　the　life　you　want　him　to　leadand　so　is　he。　　It

wouldn't　take　half　of　Bibbs's　brains　to　be　twice　as　good　a　business　man　as　Jim

and　Roscoe　put　together。〃



〃WHAT！〃　Sheridan　goggled　at　him　like　a　zany。



〃Your　son　Bibbs；〃　said　the　doctor；　composedly；　〃Bibbs　Sheridan　has　the　kind

and　quantity　of　'gray　matter'　that　will　make　him　a　success　in　anythingif　he

ever　wakes　up！　　Personally　I　should　prefer　him　to　remain　asleep。　　I　like　him

that　way。　　But　the　thousands　of　men　fit　for　the　life　you　want　him　to　lead

aren't　fit　to　do　much　with　the　life　he　OUGHT　to　lead。　Blindly；　he's　been

fighting　for　the　chance　to　lead　ithe's　obeying　something　that　begs　to　stay

alive　within　him；　and；　blindly；　he　knows　you'll　crush　it　out。　　You've　set　your

will　to　do　it。　　Let　me　tell　you　something　more。　　You　don't　know　what　you've

become　since　Jim's　going　thwarted　youand　that's　what　was　uppermost；　a

bafflement　stronger　than　your　normal　grief。　　You're　half　mad　with　a　consuming

fury　against　the　very　self　of　the　lawfor　it　was　the　very　self　of　the　law

that　took　Jim　from　you。　　That　was　a　law　concerning　the　cohesion　of　molecules。

The　very　self　of　the　law　took　Roscoe　from　you　and　gave　Edith　the　certainty　of

beating　you；　and　the　very　self　of　the　law　makes　Bibbs　deny　you　to…night。　　The

LAW　beats　you。　　Haven't　you　been　whipped　enough？　　But　you　want　to　whip　the　law

you've　set　yourself　against　it；　to　bend　it　to　your　own　ends；　to　wield　it　and

twist　it〃



The　voice　broke　from　Sheridan's　heaving　chest　in　a　shout。　　〃Yes！　　And　by　God；

I　will！〃



〃So　Ajax　defied　the　lightning；〃　said　Gurney。



〃I've　heard　that　dam'…fool　story；　too；〃　Sheridan　retorted；　fiercely。　〃That's

for　chuldern　and　niggers。　　It　ain't　twentieth　century；　let　me　tell　you！

〃Defied　the　lighning；'　did　he；　the　jackass！　　If　he'd　been　half　a　man　he'd　'a'

got　away　with　it。　　WE　don't　go　showin'　off　defyin'　the　lightning　we　hitch　it

up　and　make　it　work　for　us　like　a　black…steer！　　A　man　nowadays　would　just　as

soon　think　o'　defyin'　a　wood…shed！〃



〃Well；　what　about　Bibbs？〃　said　Gurney。　　〃Will　you　be　a　really　big　man　now

and〃



〃Gurney；　you　know　a　lot　about　bigness！〃　　Sheridan　began　to　walk　to　and　fro

again；　and　the　doctor　returned　gloomily　to　his　chair。　　He　had　shot　his　bolt

the　moment　he　judged　its　chance　to　strike　center　was　best；　but　the　target

seemed　unaware　of　the　marksman。



〃I'm　tryin'　to　make　a　big　man　out　o'　that　poor　truck　yonder；〃　Sheridan　went

on；　〃and　you　step　in；　beggin'　me　to　let　him　be　Lord　knows　whatI　don't！　　I

suppose　you　figure　it　out　that　now　I　got　a　SON…IN…LAW；　I　mightn't　need　a　son！

Yes；　I　got　a　son…in…law　nowa　spender！〃



〃Oh；　put　your　hand　back！〃　said　Gurney；　wearily。



There　was　a　bronze　inkstand　upon　the　table。　　Sheridan　put　his　right　hand　in

the　sling；　but　with　his　left　he　swept　the　inkstand　from　the　table　and　half…way

across　the　rooma　comet　with　a　destroying　black　tail。　　Mrs。　Sheridan　shrieked

and　sprang　toward　it。



〃Let　it　lay！〃　he　shouted；　fiercely。　　〃Let　it　lay！〃　　And；　weeping；　she　obeyed。

〃Yes；　sir；〃　he　went　on；　in　a　voice　the　more　ominous　for　the　sudden　hush　he　put

upon　it。　　〃I　got　a　spender　for　a　son…in…law！　　It's　wonderful　where　property

goes；　sometimes。　　There　was　ole　man　Tracyyou　remember　him；　DocJ。　R。　Tracy；

solid　banker。　　He　went　into　the　bank　as　messenger；　seventeen　years　old；　he　was

president　at　forty…three；　and　he　built　that　bank　with　his　life　for　forty　years

more。　　He　was　down　there　from　nine　in　the　morning　until　four　in　the　afternoon

the　day　before　he　diedover　eighty！　　Gilt　edge；　that　bank？　　It　was　diamond

edge！　　He　used　to　eat　a　bag　o'　peanuts　and　and　apple　for　lunch；　but　he　wasn't

stingy　he　was　just　livin'　in　his　business。　　He　didn't　care　for　pie　or

automobileshe　had　his　bank。　　It　was　an　institution；　and　it　come　pretty　near

bein'　the　beatin'　heart　o'　this　town　in　its　time。　　Well；　that　ole　man　used　to

pass　one　o'　these　here　turned…up…nose　and　turned…up…pants　cigarette　boys　on

the　streets。　　Never　spoke　to　him；　Tracy　didn't。　　Speak　to　him？　　God！　he

wouldn't　'a'　coughed　on　him！　　He　wouldn't　'a'　let　him　clean　the　cuspidors　at

the　bank！　　Why；　if　he'd　'a'　just　seen　him　standin'　in　FRONT　the　bank　he'd　'a'

had　him　run　off　the　street。　　And　yet　all　Tracy　　was　doin'　every　day　of　his

life　was　workin'　for　that　cigarette　boy！　　Tracy　thought　it　was　for　the　bank；

he　thought　he　was　givin'　his　life　and　his　life…blood　and　the　blood　of　his

brain　for　the　bank；　but　he　wasn't。　　It　was　every　bitfrom　the　time　he　went　in

at　seventeen　till　he　died　in　harness　at　eighty…threeit　was　every　last　lick

of　it　just　slavin'　for　that　turned…up…nose；　turned…up…pants　cigarette　boy。

AND　TRACY　DIDN'T　EVEN　KNOW　HIS　NAME！　　He　died；　not　ever　havin'　heard　it；

though　he　chased　him　off　the　front　steps　of　his　house　once。　　The　day　after

Tracy　died　his　old…maid　daughter　married　the　cigaretteand　there　AIN'T　any

Tracy　bank　any　more！　And　now〃his　voice　rose　again〃and　now　I　got　a

cigarette　son…in…law！〃



Gurney　pointed　to　the　flourishing　right　hand　without　speaking；　and　Sheridan

once　more　returned　it　to　the　sling。



〃My　son…in…law　likes　Florida　this　winter；〃　Sheridan　went　on。　　〃That's　good；

and　my　son…in…law　better　enjoy　it；　because　I　don't　think　he'll　be　there　next

winter。　　They　got　twelve…thousand　dollars　to　spend；　and　I　hear　it　can　be　done

in　Florida　by　rich　sons…in…law。　　When　Roscoe's　woman　got　me　to　spend　that　much

on　a　porch　for　their　new　house；　Edith　wouldn't　give　me　a　minute's　rest　till　I

turned　over　the　same　to　her。　　And　she's　got　it；　besides　what　I　gave　her　to　go

East　on。　　It　'll　be　gone　long　before　this　time　next　year；　and　when　she　comes

home　and　leaves　the　cigarette　behind　for　goodshe'll　get　some　more。　　MY

name　ain't　Tracy；　and　there　ain't　goin'　to　be　any　Tracy　business　in　the

Sheridan　family。　　And　there　ain't　goin'　to　be　any　college　foundin'　and

endowin'　and　trusteein'；　nor　God…knows…what　to　keep　my　property　alive　when　I'm

gone！　　Edith　'll　be　back；　and　she'll　get　a　girl's　share　when　she's　through

with　that　cigarette；　but〃



〃By　the　way；〃　interposed　Gurney；　〃didn't　Mrs。　Sheridan　tell　me　that　Bibbs

warned　you　Edith　would　marry　Lamhorn　in　New　York？〃



Sheridan　went　completely　to　pieces：　he　swore；　while　his　wife　screamed　and

stopped　her　ears。　　And　as　he　swore　he　pounded　the　table　with　his　wounded　hand；

and　when　the　doctor；　after　storming　at　him　ineffectively；　sprang　to　catch　and

protect　that　hand；　Sheridan　wrenched　it　away；　tearing　the　bandage。　　He

hammered　the　table　till　it　leaped。



〃Fool！〃　he　panted；　choking。　　〃If　he's　shown　gumption　enough　to　guess　right　the

first　time　in　his　life；　it's　enough　for　me　to　begin　learnin'　him　on！〃　　And；

struggling　with　the　doctor；　he　leaned　toward　Bibbs；　thrusting　forward　his

convulsed　face；　which　was　deathly　pale。　　〃My　name　ain't　Tracy；　I　tell　you！〃　he

screamed；　hoarsely。　　〃You　give　in；　you　stubborn　fool！　I've　had　my　way　with　you

before；　and　I'll　have　my　way　with　you　now！〃



Bibbs's　face　was　as　white　as　his　father's；　but　he　kept　remembering　that

〃splendid　look〃　of　Mary's　which　he　had　told　her　would　give　him　courage　in　a

struggle；　so　that　he　would　〃never　give　　up。〃



〃No。　　You　can't　have　your　way；〃　he　said。　　And　then；　obeying　a　significant

motion　of　Gurney's　head；　he　went　out　quickly；　leaving　them　struggling。





Mrs。　Sheridan；　in　a　wrapper；　noiselessly　opened　the　door　of　her　husband's　room

at　daybreak　the　next　morning；　and　peered　within　the　darkened　chamber。　At　the

〃old〃　house　they　had　shared　a　room；　but　the　architect　had　chosen　to　separate

them　at　the　New；　and　they　had　not　known　how　to　formulate　an　objection；

although　to　both　of　them　something　seemed　vaguely　reprehensible　in　the　new

arrangement。



Sheridan　did　not　stir；　and　she　was　withdrawing　her　head　from　the　aperture　when

he　spoke。



〃Oh；　I'm；　AWAKE！　　Come　in；　if　you　want　to；　and　shut　the　door。〃



She　came　and　sat　by　the　bed。　　〃I　woke　up　thinkin'　about　it；〃　she　explained。

〃And　the　more　I　thought　about　it　the　surer　I　got　I　must　be　right；　and　I　knew

you'd　be　tormentin'　yourself　if　you　was　awake；　so　well；　you　got　plenty　other

troubles；　but　I'm　just　sure　you　ain't　goin'　to　hav