Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 234, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 January 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

THE STORY SO FAR Sandy McNeil tells her cousin. Judith Mooro, of her engagement to Murillo, a rich Italian brought about by her parents and relatives. Judith and Douglas Keith, a student, are in love. Sandy and Timmy, a childhood sweetheart, picnicking in the Santa Barbara hills, are overtaken by a storm when their automobile battery breaks down a telephone to inform Sandy's family of their plight. Sandy has a dinner engagement with Murillo and her parents. Sandy and Timmy listen to the roar of the storm until 1 o'clock, when Sandy's father and Murillo's sister appear in the cabin doorway. GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 4 SHEY stood there too horrified to. speak. Beatrice Murillo’s eyes seemed about to swallow up her face. Angus McNeil kept his mouth open. It was chalky. It was the only thing Sandy noticed —that gaping mouth and the silence, stiff, raging with accusation. She felt a queer weakness in her wrists and her Jaws. She got her voice out with a little hysterical catch and went toward them: “Hello, Beatrice! Close your mouth, father —keep your teeth ir.!’’ His jaws snapped as though some one had pounded him on the back. Sandy went on brazenly. "There’s no mystery about It. We’re not having any wild intrigue. We wouldn’t choose a shack like this. The battery ran down, the garage was closed. I couldn’t walk ten miles in the pouring rain. We only came in here to wait till it stopped. It didn’t stop. We had to stick!” “You seemed to find It rather agreeable!” Each word jabbed out like a vicious dagger. “Oh, If you’re meaning the small matter of Timmy's arms, well I got rather sobby when it come 1 o’clock. Timmy had to keep me from fainting.’’

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Her father camp over and took her arm. “I’ll talk with you tomorrow morning, young man.” Timmy’s young mouth trembled but he answered manfully: “Now sir!” And Sandy, white as death, flung her chin up: “Don’t be ridiculous, father! Stage stuff! I suppose we should have sat out there In the machine and died of cold to keep the cockeyed world from talking! Timmy couldn’t help it.” Angus McNeil had large, green eyes. They turned black' when he was angry. They were black now. He picked up Sandy’s hat from the couch, clapped It on her head. She tried valiantly to carry It off with an air. She said: “Well, come along, Timmy. Such a nice, sympathetic father as I’ve got! Don’t mind that he doesn’t thank you for breaking a house open to save his child from the storm. Don’t mind that. He's got to take us home, anyway!” • • • S' 'I ANDY'S mother, her two married sisters and an older w—J brother were in the dining room, sick with the tension of the waiting. Cups of coffee were set around the table. It had a look of nervous disorder —a hunk of French bread half eaten, a cup here, a Siucer there —as though no one had remained long enough to take two consecutive bites. At the spectacle of Sandy, whole, unharmed, a peculiar indignation swept over them. They were astounded that she dared return unhurt after causing them such torment. She said a little flatly, wishing

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f'Z’IHE could no longer brave I I them. They made It seem I 1 that she had done some shameful wrong. She had Injured the entire family. They would never be able to raise their heads again. By now the whole town would be talking about it. Os course, Beatrice Murillo couldn’t be expected to believe Sady’s absurd explanations. She became hysterical: said in a high, breaking voice: “Oh, I /suppose I’m to have the scarlet letter pinned on my chest and be marched down the main thoroughfare!” Because she appeared so callous, they kept hitting and hitting, never realizing how bruised she was, how perilously near to the breaking point. So near that when flowers came at noon with a note that said: “So sorry for poor little girl! Ddn’t let them scold you. I’m coming right over. Ben” —when that note came, Sandy hid her face in the flowers and began to cry uncontrollably. Iler mother hovered about her. The whole atmosphere brightened. Mrs. McNeil patted Sandy’s shoulders with a soft: “There now, dear! Why are you crying now?” The mother’s sweet face with its shallow eyes was covered with relieved tears. She coaxed Sandy, soothed her, gently kissed Sandy’s bright hair. Finally she whispered: “Don’t get your eyes red. Run upstairs and dress. What a kind, good man Ben is. Os course we knew, dear, that you weren’t to blame. Only you’re so thoughtless and people pounce on a thing like that—” Murllla wore a little pink rose In his button hole. His cuffs were long and showed inches below his coat sleeves. He had a lank air with his narrow, drooping shoulders and his long, silky black eyebrows that curved In a high arch over his eyes and extended far down over the temples. When he Jieard Sandy’s step he went to the stairs and stood with his arms open. She came down debonairly enough, trying to avoid his embrace. She had a way of gracefully putting him off—escaping the kisses she expected and quite eagerly took from Timmy. She said offhandedly: “Nice in you, Ben, tp have sense. I’m bored

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to the screaming point with melodramatics” He looked his astonishment. She actually meant to deprive him of credit for his generosity. He expected tears —a rush of gratitude. If she had even said: “Well, I’m glad there’s one person In the world big and decent about things. . . .’’ • • • H 1 E'was aware of the reception Sandy hud received and he k__J expected to make capital of his gallantry. He thought she would be a bit humble; that she would be extremely anxious for his forgiveness—thankful indeed that he still wished to marry her. But she was suffering his kisses—merely tolerating them. She wag Inwardly weeping. She went into the room where her. mother and sisters were sitting an hour later and gave a quick, trembling laugh: “Well —I’m righted now! The black sheep is a little white lamb again—family honor’s O. K.!” But the story got about. People talked of Sandy’s “escapade.” The> told about the cabin far out in the hills. They ncoffed at the thought of Sandy’s innocence. They weren’t born yesterday! They whispered to each other wisely: "Thought she was that kind! Queered herself for good! Murillo would have nothing to do with a wild one like Sandy McNeil.” The family, bristling with a sense of outrage, carefully reported thUl gossip. They said angrily: "We'g show them!” They were Impatient for the marriage—end all this UUkshut their mouths once and for all Sandy, hurt all over, made no protest. One afternoon her Uncle Bob McNeil stopped her in the hall. He put his arm across Sandy’s shoulder. She liked Bob and felt her poise weaken. She lowered her head swiftly. “Poor little kid," he said. "They’r* going to railroad you Into It, aren't they? Can I do anything?” She shook her head and ran ur the r.teps. • • • fZZ)WO weeks later Sandy was 5 I standing bofore a long mirror. LIL” They were pdnning white satin about her. They were draping her wedding dress. (To Be Continued)