Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1916)

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The Turmoil 257 slave you, I'd have knocked him down. It was bad enough to see Bibbs turn out a fool. Now you have turned out a drunkard. I've only got Jim— k" "And Edith, dad. You've forgotten my little sister, your spitfire daughter. She's mixed up in the Lamhorn business, too. Oh, don't swear like that. It's beastly bad form, you know. Edith has an eye on the fas'nating Lamhorn, and I wish to the Lord she'd hook him. But Sibyl isn't letting any fish get by her net." He laughed boisterously over his joke and went on maudlinly : "Sibyl is calling on little Edie this aft'noon, and they'll either be very sweet to each other or very sour. Bet it'sh worth your while to drop in, dad. Good's a picnic, I'd take my oath." Sheridan's man Abercrombie came in at this juncture. "Roscoe's been drinking," said Sheridan, without wasting words. "Take him home and get rid of the men who were waiting to see him." It was a two-women circus that Sheridan floundered into when he ran up the steps of his home and entered the drawing-room. His daughter Edith and his son Roscoe's wife, the festive Sibyl, stood shaking a forefinger under each other's nose, and seemed likely at any moment to engage in a hair-pulling contest. Mr. Sheridan sprang between them and undertook to restore peace. "Even if Sibyl's your wife, she's not under obligation to renounce her friends."