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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
MRS. JENKINS PLEADS WITH HER DRUNKEN HUSBAND TO GO HOME
Trixie was forcing from the piano. Her music teacher, with earnest and long-suffering expression, stood over her pupil, beating time. This picture of his child, straining with every nerve in her tense little body toward the acquisition of a pleasing accomplishment, checked the father in his staggering course. After a moment's contemplation, the monotony of the performance irritated him.
' ' Shurrup ! " he shouted.
Teacher and pupil jumped. Pleased at the sensation he had caused, he stood teetering before them, a fatuous smile on his bloated face. Then, as it filtered thru his sodden brain that the woman was almost paralyzed with fear, the primal instinct for the demonstration of power over the helpless inspired him to turn savagely upon little Trixie.
' ' Get out o ' yere ! ' ' he snarled.
She slipped from the piano-stool and rushed, terrified, from the room. With a lunging step, he reached the shrinking woman. He threw his arms
about her and was struggling to kiss her, when Mrs. Jenkins, with Trixie and Bobbie, ran into the room. Resenting the intrusion, he turned from the frightened and indignant music teacher to vent his anger on his wife. This much-enduring woman, seeing that he was not in a mood to receive, without coarse retaliation, the reproofs that his conduct called for, confined herself to apologizing to the scandalized teacher and attempting to pacify the balked assailant. She persuaded him finally to sit down to the delayed dinner. But nothing tasted right, everything annoyed him. Dashing the food to the floor, he rose from the table in a maudlin rage, and, disdaining the pleadings and expostulations of his wife, made a zigzagging rush from the house.
Mrs. Jenkins was of the crushed and patient type of woman, but, after an outburst of tears, she felt that there was a crisis at hand. It was high time that Robert pulled up. He had already reached the point of ir