Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 236, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 February 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

THH BTOBT.SO FAB Sandy McNeil, botmy and beautiful, walk* to the marrlare altar In the old Spanish home of her ancestors at Santa Barbara, claimed by Ben Murillo, an Italian of great wealth, whom her par-*-'ente have chosen for her. She had been ■urreptltiouely meettmr Timmy, a childhood sweetheart. Judith Moore, a San Fran deco cousin and her maid of honor, la In love with Douglas Keith, a student. Sandy faints as the wedding ring is slipped on her Anger. 00 ON WITH THE STOBY _ CHAPTER VI. mHEY were married. Judith fixed the bridal train, replaced the flowers over her arm. As ahe did this Sandy perceived Judith’s face, that it had

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somehow become beautiful with a soft, eager' sweetness, that It shone like the face' of the saint up here in the golden candle-light. Judith murmured: ‘‘Sandy—oh, Sandy, darling!” Then Murillo took her arm, turned her about. A high, prolonged note of song came like a beam of light down the narrow aisles. Music flowing toward her and the scent of flowers. But all this was dreamlike, nebulous and unreal. The people were standing. Their nodding and smiling gave a sense of motion to the quiet church. Some-

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one said half-aloud: “Lovely—oh. Isn’t she lovely!” Murillo, bowing to pew after pew, lowered his head with an urgent: “Sandy, look up! Smile a little!" But she didn’t mbve a muscle of her face. Her eyes with their dark heavy lashes, remained fixed on her feet—on a little pencil smudge across the toe of her silver slipper. Odd they hadn’t noticed that. Judith would have rubbed it off with a bit of French chalk. They neared the vestibule. Someone, pushing forward, was about to kiss her. Murillo thrust out hlr arm, gave a laugh,, pressed his lips exultantly on Sandy’s mouth. She felt very cofd and still; then suddenly that she was about cry. • • • UDITH rode with them to the I I house. Sandy was glad for 1 J i this—foolishly glad. Murillo sat opposite. His dreamy eyes possessed her. She was conscious of their heated gaze turned on her Indulgently as they sat at the supper table; conscious of his lips, red now and moist, whispering excitedly: "Smile, Sandy—they’re toasting the bride — smile!” The >oung people grouped about her were laughing. The girls were big hats. They looked flowery. At the far end of the long table—'way down there In the old back parlor—were the fami y friends. Most of the women wete in black dr gray satin —stiff, dignified clothes. The men wore swallow-tails, cut in the fashion of the las't generation. They were all leaning forward, craning their necks over the bowls of roses. They were singing In somewha* broken voices, "She's a Jolly good fellow!” Murillo kissed a wine held It for Sandy to drink. He said softly: "To my wife!” Sandy's eyes filled. She looked at him angrily. Then all at once she began to laugh. She waved to Dick Chapman—to Heinle Rivers. She promised to dance with them all. S)je said boldly and tossing her head: “Yes! I’ve hours of freedom yet!" And she signaled to Timmy. He was there, of course. The McNeils had nothing to hide! Timmy was only Sandy’s old school chum , . .

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But when the tables were cleared, Timmy managed to tuck himself In a corner with Sandy’* uncle ahd three or four other fellows, lie was 111 at ease and very unhappy. With a gay insolence she summoned him. Hadn’t Timmy saved her from her death of cold in the storm? Why shouldn’t they dance together at her wedding? • * • EHEY swung with a glad, swift eagerness into the strains of a 6ne-step. She said gently! "Why so glum, Timmy, darling?” "Oh, Lqrd, Sandy!" It was warm In the crowded old house—warm and nhlsy. The older men were telling stale Jokes, slapping each other on the back, guffawing loudly. The women were nodding their heads in solemn gossip. She didn’t know If she led Timmy to the kitchen or If he led her. But they were stealing to the path between the grapevines. They were standing in the shadows, looking up at the misty, amber moon. Sandy had taken off her veil. Her hair, a waving mass, shone like an aureole about her lips, not daring to touch her. "You’re so beautiful, I never saw anything look the way you did, Sandy—the way you do now—” She raised her face, holding it back a' little on the long, slender throat. She ran her fingers upward till they touched Timmy’s cheeks: "Kiss me, Timmy—oh—kiss me—goodby!" He closed his arms down about her. She clung to him. A wildness seized her. She thought: "Oh, grab my hands, Timmy! Run away with me! Why don’t you? Now—oh, quick!” And he said, almost sobbing. "You’re crying, Sandy—Lord, you’re not crying!” • • • ra | TEPS along the path—a low, IU I t'shtened voice: "Sandy—j ) Sandy, are you here?” It was Judith calling. Then Sandy pulled Timmy’s head down till his cheek brushed hers. She said, sweetly: “No, I’m not crying, Timmy, of course not! But wait here a moment or two till I get back to the house.”

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FEB. 2, 1926

And she reached out her hand, touched Judith's shoulder, with a quick: "Jude, I'm here.” Judith caught her with an almost frenzied gladness: "Oh, they’re looking for you. Vour mother’s excited. I’ll say we came out for a breath of air.” But Sandy was Btooptng down, feeling with her hands In the brush. She found what she was seeking, stood up with a little gray kitten nestled against her face. "No—l Just ctune out to say goodby to my old white cat—that’s all, Jude—tell them that!” She thought In a still alarm: "How crafty I am! What made me think of the kitten?” The mist was In her hair, A fklnt color touched on the pale oheeks, She looked so very young—rndlant with her hair standing out like that as a breeze had Just lifted It, She held the kitten against her face and laughed at her mother's anxious j questions. * • • j j r-pl HEN she and Judith ware go ! | I ing on the hack steps, It L —I was late—time for her to leave. She must change for her traveling dress. But she sat on the edge es hen bed, hiding her face In the kitten's soft fur. Her heart wne heating iq a slow thud-thud. It was a cold, | weighty lump. She drew on her gray silk stock lngs, fastened the buckles of her small, gray pumps. She was unaware of Judith gather. Ing toilet articles, placing them In a bag; of Judith with her fine, tender eyes filling, lifting up the wedding dress, hanging It carefully ip the closet. Then Judith brought her traveling dress, slipped It over her head, Ju. (lith was about to kiss her—-fold her in those big, generous arms, But Judith stepped hack with a scared look: “WlyU, Sandy! What’s the matter? Why nre yoq^looking like that?” Sandy had drawn her hands— hep ,cold, frightened hands, to a tight clasp. She said, with hsr lips white! “Nothing, Judy—nothing’s the mat tftr. But I can’t go with him—l can’t go!”

(To Be Continued)