The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1916-09-22

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eyes ckeed.
where did Edith go?" she asked.
cnrtously.
Edith he repeated, opening his
eyer blankly. lis she gomez"
Sibyl cot up and stood in the door
way. She leaned against the casing
still tapping her chin with the brooch.
Her eyes were dilating; she was sud
denly at high tension, and her express
sion had become n 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: Il won't say anything at all.
tell you. you might just as well let
me alOne!"
But there were other sounds: 4 rus
Ting and murmur, whispering, low.
protesting cadences In q male voice.
And as Mrs. Sheridan started another
record. a sudden, vital resolve leaped
like fire in the eyes OF Sibyl. She
walked down the hall and straight into
the smoking room.
Lanhorn and Edith both sprang to
their feet, separating. Edith became
instantly deathly white with q rage
that set her shaking from head to foot.
and Lamhorn suffered as he tried tc
speak.
But Edith's shaking was not SO VIC
lent az Sibyrs. nor was her face so
white, At sight OF them and OF their
embrace. all possible consequences be-
came nothing to Sibyl. She curts;ed,
holding up her skirts and comforting
her lips to the semblance Of a smile.
"Sit just as you were-both Of your
she said. And then to Edith: Ibid you
tell my husband l had been telephon-
ing to Lamhorn"
"You march out OF here.' said Edith.
1ercely. "March straight out OF hercv'
Sibyl leveled q forehnger at Lam
horn.
did you tell her I'd been telephon-
ing you / wanted you to Gomez"
"Oh, good God!" Lamhorn sail.
Hush"
You knew she'd tell my husband.
didn't you?" she cried. You knew
that!"
Hush" he begged, panic-stricken.
THAT was q manly thing to do! Oh.
It was like a gentleman! You wouldn't
cOmeryou wouldn't even come for Ave
minutes to hear what I had to say!
You were tired OF what I had to say!
You'd heard 1t all a thousand times
before, and you wouldn't even come.
No! No! MOI" she stormed, you
wouldn't even come for five minutes.
but you could tell that little cat! And
she told my husband! You're a man!'
Edith saw in a fash that the con-
sequences OF battle would be ruinous
to Sibyl, and the furious girl needed
no further temptation to give way to
her feelings. Get out Of this house,
she shrieked. This IL my fathers
house. Don't you dare speak to Rob
ert like thatr'
mo! No! mustn't speak"
"Don't you dare"
Edith and Sibyl began to scream in
suits at each other simultaneously
fronting each other. their furious faces
chose. Their voices shrilled and rosa
and cracked-they screeched. They
could be heard over the noise Of tie
monograph, which was playing a
Grassland 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.
You told my husband" screamed
| Sibyl. bringing her face still closer to
Edith's. You told my husband. This
me with! He did"
'Ill tell your husband again. III
tell him everything know! It's time
your husband"
They were swept asunder by a ban
daged hand. "Do you want the neigh
bors in?" Sheridan Numbered.
There fell a 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 al into the
hall, and through It, and out of the
house. Roscoe followed her heavily
his eyes on Che ground.
NOW theny" 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 it, sFblt In the direction OF
the door n q mi sufficient for the
| swift dispersal OF George and Jackson
and several female servants who how
cred behind Mrs. Sheridan. They ied
lightly.
Papa, papaw walled Mrs. Sheridan.
Look at your hand! You oughtn't to
been 30 rough with Edie; you hurt
your hand on her shoulder. Look"
There was. In fact. I spreading red
stain upon the bandages at the tips
Of the fingers, and Sheridan put his
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