The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-02-05
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withdrew. Evidently Isabel had gone
to the door. Then a murmur was
heard, and George Ambersons voice,
quick and serious: 81 want to talk
20 you. 1sabel' and another
murmur; then Isabel and her brother
passed the foot of the broad. dark
stairway. but did not look up, and
remained unconscious of the watchful
presence above them.
For time all that George could
hear was the indistlnct sound Of his
uncle's voice: what he was saying
could not be surmised. though the
troubled brotherliness of his tone was
evident. He seemed to be explaining
something at considerable length, and
there were moments when he paused,
and George guessed that his mother
was speaking, but her voice must have
been very low, for 1t was entirely In
audible to him.
Suddenly he did hear her. Through
the heavy doors her outcry came,
clear and loud:
"Oh, nor
| II was a cry of protest, ms II some
thing her brother told her must be un-
true, or, il It were true, the fact he
stated must be undone; and 1t was a
sound Of sheer pain.
Another sound OF pain, close to
George. followed Il: this was vehe-
ment shifting which broke out lust
above him, and, looking up. he saw
Fanny Minafer on the landing. lean
ing over the banisters and applying
her handkerchief to her eyes and
nose.
IL can guess what that was about"
she whispered huskily. "He's Just
told her what you did to Eugenew
| George gave her dark look over
his shoulder. "You go on back to
your room !" he said; and he began to
descend the stairs; but Fanny, guess
ing his purpose, rushed down and
caught his arm, OBTAINING him.
"You're not going in theref' she
whispered huskily: "You don't"
Let go of mew
But she clung to him savagely. NO
you don't, George Minaferl You'll
keep away from therel You Will"
"You let go Of"
II won'tl You come back here |
You'll come upstairs and let them
alone; that's what you'll dor And
with such passionate determination
did she clutch and tug, never losing
grip Of him somewhere, though
George tried as much as he could,
without hurting her, to wrench away
with such utter forgetfulness of her
maiden dignity did she assault him,
tbS. she forced him, stumbling up
ward. 10 the landing.
"Of all the ridiculous" he began
furiously; bat she spared one hand
from Its grasp Of his sleeve and
clapped It over his mouth.
Hush upl" Never for an instant in
this grotesque struggle did Fanny
raise her voice above husky whisper.
Hush up! It's indecent-like squab-
bling outside the door of an operating
roop Go on to the top of the stairs
20 o9r
Ard when George had most unwill-
ingly obeyed. she planted herself In
his why, on the top step. "There !"
she SAID. 'The idea of your going In
there Dowl I never heard of such q
thingT And with the sudden depart
ure Of the nervous vigor she had
shown so amazingly. she began to cry
again. ~ was an awful fool. Do you
suppose / dreamed you'd go making
everything into such a tragedy? Do
your?
~ don't care what you dreamed"
George muttered.
care to keep her voice from getting
too loud, In spite of her most grievous
agitation. ''Do you dream l thought
you'd go making such a fool of your
self at Mrs. Johnson's? Oh, l saw her
this morningl She wouldn't talk to
me, but met George ANDERSON on my
way back, and he told RE what you'd
done over there! And do you dream l
thought you'd do what you've done
here this afternoon to Eugene? Oh,
l knew that, too! or course he went
to George ANDERSON about 1t, and
that's why George Is here. He's got
TO tell Isabel the whole thing now.
and you wanted to go in there inter-
fering--God knows whatl You stay
here and let her brother tell her; he's
got some consideration for herr"
II suppose you think ] haven'ti"
George said. and at that Fanny laugh
ed witheringly.
"Youl Considerate Of anybody i"'
I'm considerate Of her good name ("
he said hotly. "It seems to me that's
about the first thing to be considerate
OF, in being considerate of a person
And look here; 1t strikes me you're
taking pretty different tack from
what you did yesterday afternoon
Fanny wrung her hands. 81 did
terrible thingl" sho lamented. "Now
that it's done and too late, l know
what 1t wasl l didn't have sense
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