Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 235, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 February 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

THE STORY SO FAR Sandy McNeil and her family are in open warfare over her entraKement to Ben Murillo, a rich foreigner. Into which lier relative* have forced her. Site has confided in her ctjUKln, Judith Moore, a San Francisco stenographer, that ehe does not love Murillo. Judith la in love with Doutrlas Keith, a student. Sandy is holding secret meetings with Timmy, a childhood admirer, out.lde her santa Barbara home. At a picnic with him and two other friends, the pair are stormbound until 1 a. m. in a cabin, where her father and Murillo's sister appear in search of them. Another family storm ensues. weeks later.

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Hoosier Briefs

r~— RA M. BUZZARD of Wa|/jj bash was awarded $l5O In a L-"'’ 1 $5,000 damage suit against his brother, William T. Buzzard, who, the complaint charged, knocked him down, kicked hlrn and injured him so a strokd of paralysis followed. Marcus R. Sultzer, one of the few Republican mayors Madison has ever had, is contemplating announcing for the short terjn norfiiriation for the United States Senate to succeed Senator Robinson. Indiana University is against pacifists ’according to an article appearing in the current issue of the Army and Navy Journal. John E. Moll, father of Judge Theophilus J Moll, Indianapolis, Superior Court judge, is dead at Evansville. Convicted of manslaughter in connection with the fatal shooting of his brother-in-law nineteen years ago, Monroe Mowrey of Bloomfield has been taken to Indiana State prison to serve a two-to-fourteen-year sentence. He was a fugitive for eighteen years. G r ~~~~ OSHEN men are letting their hair grow longer. I—J Barber shops have increased price of hair ' cuts from 40 to 50 cents, because of increased cost of laundering towels. Mary L. Bivins, 67, teacher at Goshen for thirty years, Is dead.

A NEW STORY OF A MODERN GIRL

The cloths bordered with Spanish lace touched the floor. Beatrice Murillo had offered her home for the wedding supper. The offer was graciously but firmly refused. Sandy should be married from her father’s home, though It might be humbler than they wished. The McNeils knew the dignified thing to do. So they gathered up all the family silver and linen. And for two days the sisters had been roasting hams and turkeys and baking cakes. There would be nothing shabby about the affair. They came of a race renowjsed for hospitality. That Spanish ancestor of theirs had given a wedding to the first Angus that was gone down into Santa Barbara history—eight days of feasting; the white horse reined in silver that had borne the bride to the mission; the violins and guitars; the money scattered to the Indians. * * * f, . ,TnR McNeils were worthy of j I their traditions. So they bid j * 1 the dingy mantels with evergreens. They put an antique gold oandelebrum on the table. They held their heads high. They were very proud of Sandy. They treated her with deference; brought her breakfast to bed; conferred with her on the guests and the menu. Sandy liked this. She moved about feverishly—on tiptoe with excitement. When Judith, who was to be maid of' honor, came, Sandy was hitting on the floor, a dozen unopened boxes heaped about her. Her hands

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flashed here and there, tearing at the strings. "Get in on the fuh, Judy, old dear,” she laughed Jauntily. "‘I wish I was a Mormon and could get married twice a year. It's a thrilli” She thought of her marriage romantically as though she were some gracious young princess* who had condescended to marry her lover out of his terrible emotion. Murillo adored her. He exulted in her beauty. He would give her whatever she asked. Indeed, he would have no choice in this, so complete was her power over him. She would be his goddess. Her will would be the law. Oh, she might smile at him now and then in her lovely way. He would bend down to kiss her hands: whisper pleadingly of his anguish *and devotion. But when she shook her head, he would forget himself and talk of entertaining things—his travels; the enchanting trips they must take; the wondrous places she must visit. Then, after a long, poetic time, this magnificent unselfishness of his might win her. She pictured marriage as one prolonged courtship with Murillo gently but delightfully suing for her favor and she granting or withholding whatever she chose. * • • B“l UT now, landing in this b.g, bßrn-like room, where she u knew every crack and smear on the faded yellow wall, a sense of unreality wreathed about her. She had an Inordinate desire to let herself quietly down from the old window, run along the misty path, find Timmy’s hand reaching out to grab her—she kept saying to herself softly in a kind of frightened way: “One day more—tomorrow!” In the living room her sisters were tacking garlands of smilax. Their hammers went rap-tap-tap verydecisively. They stopped now and then to ask Judiciously: "How does this look? Would It be better a little higher?'* Her mother murmured: "Lovely—you're doing It like artists.” They were all very happy. Sandy listened to this hubbub, her breath quickening with a vague, chilly excitement. For her marriage! They were doing all this for her wedding—

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

“I’m Marrying the Most Beautiful Girl in the World,” said Murillo to Sandy. Sandy posed by Jewel LaKota and Murillo by M. De Jari, both of the Earl Carroll Vanities.

A step—someone skirting the tables—Ben—coming with the bridal 1 gift. She wouldn’t turn, though she knew he wished her to. She could see the black, silky eyebrows so arched and so long, giving an Inquiring, disdainful look to his face. She could see the narrow shoulders and limp hands. He had his arms out, the languid eyes half closed. He had a habit of coming toward her like this, without speak-

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

“Don’t be so sure of that you’ll be doing tomorrow. Benny Venuto." • • * ■4 E touched her hair: ‘‘l’m sure Hos one thing. I’m marrying the most girl In the world. I'm so proud of you, Sandy, dearest.” “Why? If I’m good to look at It’s no thanks to you. Why all the pride?” He looked at her dreamily, his hands still holding her elbows. "Because you’ll soon be mine. That's why I’m proud.” She felt suddenly oppressed and turned abruptly, shaking off the warmth of his clasp. She moved toward the tables, talking with great animation, showing where each person was to sit, describing what this or.e and that wouid wear. Old Mrs. Coulter would be sure to come with a bertha of Chantilly lace; the Costa girls would have Spanish combs In their black hair. They would say; “Oh, yes, the Governor of Mexico sent these to our grandmother a hundred years ago.” She kept up this chatter and was finally about to lead him to the living room on the pretext of, showing the decorations. He drew her back. “ V<talt a moment! I’ve this for you. Look at it while we're alone.” He caught hAt hand, ran his lips along her bare arm, slipping over it as he did this a bracelet of diamonds and emeralds. It took Sandy's breath away. It brought unexpected tears to her eyes. She said trembling: "Oh, Ben— It’s too beautiful! Oh! I don’t think I want It —” “Yes, yotj do! Here, look at me once—not at It. Kiss me, Sandy!” But she held her arm out, entranced by the brilliant stones. “I must show It to them,’’ she said abruptly. “Oh, I must hurry!” She grabbed his hand, ran her lips with a light, impudent flourish across the palm and sped down the dingy hall. Not much later Sandy was going up the-back steps. They said she’d better get a good night’s sleep or she'd he a sorry looking bride tomorrow. She paused In the dimness. held the bracelet before her. She took It off sluddenly, clasped It hard between her hands. She stood

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there a long time with her cheek pressed against the wall. ||| U’JITH, In a dress of gold, hei I J line eyes filling, gave a last L touch to Sa'ndy's veil Shn stepped hack. "You look like an angel. Sandy. If I were a man, I’d want to drop on my knees." "I feel so queer, Jude! As though I’m somebody else. I don't feel like Sandy McNeil at all! Oh, thereyou look a dream yourself. Weaf gold color always. Oh, Judv, stand awfully close to me and look-look happy about It—” She was Indeed a white thing of beauty, with the long veil, the waxy orange blossoms, her dark eyes and red hair making more hatinting the intense, luminous pallor of her skin. Judith brought the bridal bouquet, all white with orchids and lilies of the valley falling In a shower. She put It over Sandy’s arm as one doing a beautiful and sacred rite. The darkness was starlit. As they drove up the hill to the old Mlssloq church a soft, golden radiance float, ed over the mountain tops. Sandy said, nervously, her hand tightening on Judith’s: “Night for romance, Isn’t It?” Then she was walking down ths aisle, leaning on her father’s arm, conscious of Judith's burning-excite-ment. People were whispering. Ths mother mopped her eyes, dabbing s( the proud, happy tears. Her deaA grlrl was safe now. Tbere'd be n® more talking. The world would bow to Sandy. Then Sandy was aware of Bert Murillo, his eyes and hair looking very black—his shoulders excessively narrow. He had a white gardenia in his buttonhole. His lips were pal and compressed. She had never seen! him so. He looked very strange. He was leading her up the steps. She stood before the altar. Candles glowed. A saint in faded blue looked down benignly. • Suddenly she felt herself on fire—his hand touching so hotly on the Ice of hers. A peal of music-^-volces—< "Do you take this woman for youi lawfully wedded wife—" She felt herself fainting. He haii taken the ring. He was slipping 11 over her finger. (To Bo Continued)