The last's my case, I guess--'complicated by
domestic difficulties'!"
"You set there and tell me you give up?" Sheridan's voice shook, and
so did the gesticulating hand which he extended appealingly toward
the despondent figure. "Don't do it, Roscoe! Don't say it! Say
you'll come down there again and be a man! This woman ain't goin'
to trouble you any more. The work ain't goin' to hurt you if you
haven't got her to worry you, and you can get shut o' this nasty
whiskey-guzzlin'; it ain't fastened on you yet. Don't say--"
"It's no use on earth," Roscoe mumbled. "No use on earth."
"Look here! If you want another month's vacation--"
"I know Gurney told you, so what's the use talking about 'vacations'?"
"Gurney!" Sheridan vociferated the name savagely. "It's Gurney,
Gurney, Gurney! Always Gurney! I don't know what the world's comin'
to with everybody runnin' around squealin', 'The doctor says this,'
and, 'The doctor says that'! It makes me sick! How's this country
expect to get its Work done if Gurney and all the other old nanny-
goats keep up this blattin'--'Oh, oh! Don't lift that stick o' wood;
you'll ruin your NERVES!' So he says you got 'nervous exhaustion
induced by overwork and emotional strain.
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