The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-10-08
with" She made motion with her
hand toward Ferdinand instead Of

with" She made a motion with her
hand toward Ferdinand instead Of
speaking his name.
Ferdinand's face hardened at the in
suit. He was keen enough to see the
dilemma in which Beatrice wit had
placed him, and he revolted at being
coerced by her. There was a moments
silence. Then, in words which were as
ominous to himself as to Agnes, he said,
"The house is sold. -
AS soon as he had spoken he at
tempted to pass the unbidden visitor
and leave the room, but all that was
good and all that was bad in Mrs Fred
Sidney was aroused now, and met IN
her hatred of Ferdinand. Her whimsi-
cal but stanch love for Mrs. Sidney
had become passion with Beatrice.
s'In spite Of you, 1 IN going to see you
thru, Aunt Kate,o she had repeatedly
declared, and General Motifs daughter
had a free hand where her affections
were touched. She had come to Wins
ton with the determination to "see
Mrs. Sidney thru" Now, as she looked
at Ferdinand, the grudge which she with
difficulty had held in allegiance swelled
only Mrs. Sidney's avenger, but her
own. AS he took the first step toward
the hallway she OWNED his intention to
escape, and to thwart it she sprang into
the open space between him and the
door.
Agnes was too appalled, at what FOB
lowed to comprehend what Beatrice
said. A confused "Reminiscences went
thru her mind of things she had heard
about General Mott IS blasphemy when
he lost his temper. It must have been
from the father that the daughter had
learned the copious vocabulary she was
using with more than masculine dexter
ity. Insults and vituperations fell ike
whip Of scorpions upon her husband,
and Agnes watched with dazed horror
the effect upon him. His face changed
and took on an expression Of fury and
violence such as she never had seen.
Beatrice, too, caught it. An exulta-
ton in her power urged her to q still
more daring outburst. Now that
you we done your best to leave your
mother-in-law without roof over her
hall, "Agnes will realize that she 3 mar
ried pawnbroker. You Spectator in
other peoples goods! Put up the three
balls over your front doori I've heard
you talk about my father, but I we
heard him talk about you. He spent his
money where you make your profit.
You re not fit for decent woman to
live with, and if your wife hasn It found
it out yet I III open her eyes!
She was out in the hall as she finished.
There she turned to Agnes and cried
discordantly, "Come to us, Agnesl
You we got to go somewhere soon
enough. Then your mother will come,
too.'
} She reached the door, flung it open,
: and went out, drawing it to with a
jar behind her. g
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, thrown open, and she stood once more
on the threshold. -
"Ferdinand!' she cried.
His face was livid as he strobe toward
} her. He reached the door and was
, forcing it shut on her. y
1 "I forbid you to set foot in our house
again, and every one shall know that
, I've done it. I hope I may never see
!. you again she braced herself and
grew. purple in the face-ttill I see
s She withdrew suddenly, and the door
!, shut. almost dislocating Ferdinand g
shoulder with the shock. Agnes shrank
back. thinking that Beatrice must be In
8 jured.
d But the next moment they heard her
: voice, as she went down the steps out
side, singing out Of tune.
1. !. i.
= Ferdinand did not look at Agnes as
: he turned away from the door and went
upstairs to his room.
d She returned to the library, and sank
/ into chair, her mind dizzied by the
g license and blasphemy Of Beatrice s out
r burst. A fright for Fred took posses
e sion of her. In this case, Beatrice's pas.
o sion had been generous i'm its origin
but it's excess appalled, her. Should
t her evil passions be reused and the
o cause her own, nothing could stay he1
r from plunging herself and all she con.
IS could hardly tell which seemed more
d terrible to her, the "reminiscences Of
g Ferdinand or the 1awlessless Of Beatrice
l. Presently she heard her husband com
s ing downstairs again, and rose with 9
e sickening heart to meet him; but he
r did not glance at her as he took his hat
and went to the door. She noticed that
d he had written telegram and was go
a ing out to send it, and the bitterest mo
d ment Of her life accompanied the reaH
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