Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-08-18

eyes closed.
where did Edith go?" she asked.
curiously.
"EdithY he repeated, opening his
eyes blankly. els 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 diIating; 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: II won't say anything at all.
| tell you, you might just as well let
me alone!'
But there were other sounds: rus
ting and murmur, whispering; low,
protesting cadences in male voice.
And as Mrs. Sheridan started another
record, sudden, vital resolve leaped
like fire in the eyes Of Sibyl. 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 vio-
lent as Sibyl's, 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 semblance Of . smile.
''Sit just as you were both Of your
she said. And then to Edith: ibid you
tell my husband I had been telephon-
ing to Lamhorn?"
You march out Of here!' said Edith,
fiercely. March straight out Of herew
Sibyl leveled> a forefnger at Lam
horn.
did you tell her I'd been telephon-
Ing you wanted you to Gomez"
"Oh, good Godv' Lamhorn said.
"Hush!'
''You knew she'd tell my husband,
didn't you?" she cried. .You knew
that!'
'Hush!'' he begged, panic-stricken.
"That was manly thing to do! Oh,
it was Ikea gentleman! You wouldn't
come you wouldn't even come for five
minutes to hear what I had to say!
You were tired of what had to say!
You'd heard it all a thousand times
before, and you wouldn't even come.
No! No! Mop she stormed, .you
wouldn't even come for five minutes
but you could tell that little cat! And
she told my husband! You're mani"
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 housey'
she shrieked. '1This is my fathers
house. Don't you dare speak to Rob-
ert like thatp'
mo! No! mustn't speak"
"Don't you darey'
Edith and Sibyl began to scream In
suits at each other simultaneously,
fronting each other, their furious faces
close. Their voices shrilled and rose
and cracked-they screeched. They
could be heard over the noise Of the
photograph, 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.
'sYou told my husbandy' screamed
Sibyl, bringing her face still closer to
Edith's. ''You told my husband! This
man put that in your hands to strike
me with! He didv'
"I'll tell your husband again! I'll
tell him everything know! It's time
your husband"
They were swept asunder by ban
daged hand. "Do you want the neigh
bors in?'' Sheridan Numbered.
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 thenv' 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's orbit in the direction Of
the door in a 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 hand! You oughtn't to
been so rough with Eide; you hurt
your hand on her shoulder. Look!"
There was, in fact, a spreading red
stain upon the bandages at the tips
of the fingers, and Sheridan put his
hand back in the sling. snow then!'
he repeated. ''You goin' to leave my
house?"