The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-08-24

~ "es' i."eH ~ BoiN Shaihs Wiuh hi'
eyes closed.
where did Edith go7' sne asked.
curiously.
"EdithT he repeated. opening his
eyes blankly. 'Is she gomez"
Sibyl got up and stood in the door
way. she leaned against the casing
still tapping her chin with the brooch.
Her eyes were dlating; she was sud
denly at high tension. and her express
sion had become one of sharp excite
ment. She listened intently.
When the record was spun out she
could hear Sheridan rumbling In the
library, during the ensuing silence,
and Roscoe's voice, querulous and
husky: ~ won't say anything at all.
| tell you, you might just as well let
me aloneW
But there were other sounds a rus
Ting and murmur, whispering. low,
protesting cadences In male voice.
And as Mrs. sheridan started another
record, a sudden, vital resolve leaped
like fire in the eyes of Slbyl. She
walked down the hall and straight into
the smoking room.
Lamhorn and Edith both sprang to
their feet, separating. Edith became
instantly deathly white with rage
that set her shaking from head to foot.
and Lamhorn suffered as he tried TO
speak.
But Edith's shaking was not so vlo-
lent as Sibyrs, nor was her face so
white. At sight of them and OF their
embrace. all possible consequences be
came nothing to Sibyl. she curtsied,
holding up her skirts and comforting
her lips TO the sembance OF smile.
'Slt just as you were--both of you!"
she said. And then to Edith: "Did you
tell my husband had been telephon-
ing to LamhornT'
You march out of herer said Edith.
fercely. "March straight out of here"
Slbyl leveled forefnger at Lam
horn.
did you tell her I'd been telephon-
ing you ] wanted you TO Gomez"
"oh, good Godr' Lamhorn said.
"Hushw
"You knew she'd tell my husband,
didn't your sne cried. You knew
that!
"Hushr' he begged, panic-stricken.
'That was a manly thing TO do! oh.
1t was like a gentlemanl You wouldn't
come-you wouldn't even come for five
minutes TO hear what l had to say!
You were tired OF what had to sayl
You'd heard II all thousand times
before, and you wouldn't even come,
No! No! Nor she stormed. you
wouldn't even come for five minutes,
but you could tell that little cat! And
she told my husband! You're man"
Edith saw In flash that the con
sequences of battle would be ruinons
to Sibyl, and the furious girl needed
no further temptation to give way to
her feelings. Get out of this houser
she shrieked. This is my fathers
house. Don't you dare speak to Rob
J ert like thatr'
"No! mol / mustn't speak"
"Don't you darel''
Edith and Sibyl began to scream In
suits at each other simultaneously,
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close. Their voices shrllled and rose
and cracked-they screeched. They
could be heard over the noise OF the
phonograph, which was playing a
brass-band selection. They could be
heard all over the house. They were
heard In the Kitchen; they could have
| been heard In the cellar. Neither OF
them cared for that. II
"You told my husbandw screamed
Slbyl, bringing her face still closer to
Ediths. "You told my husband! This
man put that in your hands to strike
me with! He didw
"I'll tell your husband again! I'll
tell him everything l know! It's time
your husband"
They were swept asunder by n ban
daged hand. "Do you want the neigh
bors in? Sheridan thundered.
There fell shocking silence. Fren-
zied Sibyl saw her husband and his
mother in the doorway, and she under
stood what she had done. She moved
slowly toward the door; then suddenly
she began to run. She ran into the
hall. and through It, and out OF the
house. Roscoe followed her heavily.
his eyes on the ground.
'Now thenw said Sheridan to Lam.
horn.
The words were indefinite, but the
voice was not. Neither was the vicious
gesture OF the bandaged hand. which
concluded its orbit In the direction of
the door In manner sufficient for the
swift dispersal of George and Jackson
and several female servants who how
cred behind Mrs. Sheridan. They fed
| lightly.
Papa. papaw walled Mrs. Sheridan.
''Look at your handl You oughtn't to
been so rough with Edle: you hurt
your hand on her shoulder Look"
There was, In fact, spreading red
stain upon the bandages at the tips
OF the fingers, and Sheridan put his
hand back In the sling. "Now thenw
he repeated. "You goin' to leave my