Death Claims-- Thus far had he read when a thin hand fell upon the paper, covering the print from his eyes; and, looking up, he saw Bibbs standing before him, pale and gentle, immeasurably compassionate.
"I've come for you, father," said Bibbs.

"Here's the boy with your coat and hat.

Put them on and come home." And even then Sheridan did not understand.

So secure was he in the strength and bigness of everything that was his, he did not know what calamity had befallen him.

But he was frightened.
Without a word, he followed Bibbs heavily out throught the still shop, but as they reached the pavement he stopped short and, grasping his son's sleeve with shaking fingers, swung him round so that they stood face to face.
"What--what--" His mouth could not do him the service he asked of it, he was so frightened.
"Extry!" screamed a newsboy straight in his face.