Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 239, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 February 1926 — Page 24

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SANDY

THE STORY 80 FAR Sandy McNeil Is forced by her parent# (tit*; a loveless hiarriafre to Ben Murillo, a Hen Italian. Following the ceremony U* , r Spanish ancestral home In Santa Barbara, she flees into the garden lor a lln ai l secret meeting with Timmy, a cbild,hpod sweetheart. Judith Moore, her cfvusin, a San Francisoa- stenographer, in love with Douglas Keith, a student, finds her and warns her of a search being. . made by her parents. Sandy tells Judith she cannot io with Murillo, but .she does acoompivfly him to their honeymoon retreat. Later at Lake Taboo • they clash over' Murillo s refusal to aocompany her to H hotel dinner dance, looking her in llieir rooms. Murillo criticises her condpet in the hotel as unladylike a<ni. an try words on both sidfs lollowf 00 0 2fr rrn story from here I-Ae thought no one in the world had ever been so desolate—so shut away from everything that was spontaneous and gleeful and sweet. She felt degraded that he would read evil Into Iter laughter .even—make It seem that she was noisy—the sort of girl who laughs noisily to attract attention! She said wearily: “No —I don’t want it. I think I’ll just sit here a while. I've a headache.” She was afraid she might cry. She would bite her lips off first. He took her hand, slipped the 1 rings back on her Zinger. She felt them as though they were red hot, searing to the bone. "You mustn’t get so angry, Sandy. I wasn’t. I only did this to let you know what

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I expect. You’re young. You may not understand how the wprld regards levity In a wife. I thought you’d be wise enough to see at once the mistake you made.” She thought of hot, angry things to say. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone —to move from her. She wanted to say: “Oh take your hands off my arm. A mistake! You think I’m not to talk to my friends? Try to make me—just try it!” But her head throbbed and he Was putting his arm around her—he was kissing her eyes—trying to draw her face to his shoulder. She moved away—“lt’s hot in here—” “Then we’ll take a ride.” It made no difference if atje stayed In the room or went out—no difference— J • EHEY were on the road along the take. It was a balnly night. In the waters were long, shimmering ripples of pink and gold—all the splendor of the sunset reflected so gently. And across were the Nevada mountains—quiet, majestic, vast. Sandy’s thoughts went, to other nights when she had watched the moon floating over the Santa Barbara hills and Timmy or someone

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else had said such' light, happy things. Murillo stopped the car.' He put his arm about her. He didn’t know that she was miles removed from him—feelings that were poison between. That she wanted to cry out feeling his lips against her cheek. She said: “I’m tired. My head aches.” “This .air will brace you. You'll feel better." He was contented now. He liked sitting low In the car. Sandy's hair against his chin or her profile and her long white throat turned that he might See. He liked her soft hands with tfie skin of them like petals, gjasped between his own. He began to tell her how beautiful she was—how happy he would make her. There wasn’t so much that he demanded, was there? She saw that he was right, didn't she? She was a queen—he wished her to remember her it —to win the respect she should have— S*~ — HE closed her eyes, not wanting to see the mountains — not wanting to feel that warm, piny breeze. She wondered why she should be sitting there—why her life had turned into this grotesque, terrible mockery. She thought desperately: "I have to go back into that room with him. YVe’re married. So everything is all right—l’fcri his ' wife— Hours later she lay staring Into the darkness. She counted the thumping of hfer heart. Murillo’s arm was across her shoulder. She lifted It cautiously, watching his face. The mouth puffed In and out with his warm breath. She turned quickly, crept from the bed. She sat at the window. That tree was so delicate with that soft haze drifting through the branches —and the night air was so cleanso high and clean. She began to cry- She cried with shame and a feeling of terrible outrage —a feel of degradation. She wondered what she was going to do. • • • CHAPTER 10 S' HE wondered how often,other women endured a loveless kiss them when they were sick with

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“Why should you seek pleasure in the society of other pen when you have met? ” asks Murillo of Sandy, his bride. Sandy posed by Kathryn Ray; Murillo, by M. De Jari, both of the Earl Carroll Vanities.

recoil; going on with It through long, sodden years.. Was It because things inside of them really died? They became dulled even to resentment? Then all she had to hope from the future was the time when she would be deadened—when she would become an automaton? You gometimes see women like this. They have an Ironed out look. On-e In a while they laugh; they seem so startled as though the sound fro# their own lips is an impertinence; an almost forgotten thing. She would become one of them? Sandy glanced at her hand resting on the arm of the chair—her soft, delicate hand. The moonlight touched It, made the skin luminous. She thrust It behind her—shut her eyes quickly. She wouldn't face these thoughts.

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“pj"l HE wished to hush the merciless questions. Why J had her parents wanted this marriage? She didn’t care about money. Oh, she loved nice things, of course. But they’d never been rich. She had to save every nickel when she wanted a trip to the city. Even saving, she usually had to wait till some friend was driving up and would take her along. But she made an adventure of it. She’d been as happy as could be. Why had they craved wealth for her? "Railroaded” her into It? That's what Bob McNeil said. But how had she herself been so appallingly stupid? She had Imagined Ben Murillo would graciously remain a courtier after the marriage. He would leave the whole matter of their relationship in her hands. She said several things

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sounding him out on this. He smiled—told her It would be the one wish of his life to make her happy. So he would go on being a charmingly distant lover until such time as it pleased her to accept him as a husband! She fancied this! And she was Sandy McNeil up-to-the-minute; hard-boiled. She was "that wild Sandy McNeil” —wise as Sin! Yet Judith, whom every one thought plain and odd and so quiet —Jadith knew. Judith shuddered that any one would dream of marrying without love; love so complete that you ached with It; you longed for the man to stoop down quickly and kiss you. At the touch of his Hps, Judith once said, she expected reality, all sense of time, space, hands, eyes to vanish. She and the man she loved would be swept together In a flood of music and' song. Emotion, beautiful and supreme. They had cheated her out of this —oh, they had! That’s what her unc<e meant that day he talked In the living room to her father and said the marriage would be death for a girl like Sandy. It was Inconceivable to her now that she hadn’t realized this—that she had listened for a single moment to her mother and sisters. They said Judith’s kind of love was a thing of imagination. Marriage was the same after the first few months, except that with a rich man you still had the money; with a poor man you had only the drudgery. * • mN these two months of her marriage, she’d had all that money could buy. She’d gone from one end of the State to the other, stopping at all the fine hotels she’d read about. Murillo had been generous—glad to see her delight. He’d been proud of the little stir she’d sometimes caused. He would lean over the table and whisper “my wife!” as though he had created her. But he had watched her like a hawk. She had endured It thinking, “Oh, that’s just his foreign way.” There were several little incidents that she recalled now with a sobbing indignation. There was that time at Yosemite when she had been wild to go on the trail to Glacier.

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Murillo disliked strenuous, exercise. Though he was little past 30, he had an antipathy for all physical exertion. He smiled in amusement when Sandy pressed him to come along. So finally she said: “Oh, don’t, Benny Venuto; Just drape yourself on the couch. You ought to get a job posing as an ad for a perpetual siesta. So take your little nap. You won’t mind If I go?” „ He became Immediately excited — the narrowing of his eyes as they did this evening—little stilettos. He said to her coolly: “Have you lacked for pleasure, Sandy? I think you've had plenty crammed Into these f ew days, haven’t you? "I should think It would be moro becoming to take your pleasure with yoqr husband.” • * * talking with some tourist? from New York. They were Dr. Jameson fend his wife. They’d taken a great liking to Sandy. The doctor was about 40—a cultured,! princely fellow. Sandy’s shawl fell from her shoulders. He picked It up, draped It gallantly, made some laughing remark about the beautiful red-haired senorita. Murillo came over deliberately, rearranged the shawl. When he and Sandy were alone he said: “I wish you’d be a little more circumspect, Sandy. It doesn’t look well to be flirting with every man you meet.” At the time it seem absurd. She passed it off with a breezy “Oh, you go to blazes, Benny Venuto! What do you think you are—Anthony Cornstock?” . Now she perceived he meant it seriously. He thought he had a right to order her about. But this was his nature—the way he was brought up. She had no right to blame him for these things. Why, it was ridiculous to get hysterical over them. He was a kind, good man—everyone would say so. She repeated to herself, “Kind—•good . . .” Boiling tears ran ‘down her cheeks She wiped them off viciously. Kind good .. . Why, when they had come Into the room a few hours ago he had closed the door in a ceremonious way. He said lo her: “Now, Sandy dear, I’ll forget about this afternoon. We won’t have

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any mors affair* like that, will wc^P And he began to kiss her. She sank lower In the chair, wincing when she heard him snore. Marriage couldn’t sanction things like this. It was wrong. It was frightful. She'd not bear ltl She belonged to herself —herself! No one else owned her bddy and soul. She repeated this wildly—body end soul— All Ben Murillo wanted—Bhe pressed her hands against her lips, she bit at the knuckles, saying again and again; “But that’s alt! That’s all!” , * * • i-nr HY, he didn’t even guess that hqr whole mind was aflare -with hatred. He would have gasped to awHken and find her sitting here at the open window, her t%eth chattering with nervous revolt. He thought she was sleeping In contrite peace. She’d learned her le'- ~n- She’d kissed the rod that whip' vt her. He only wan(%d gently to guide ier In proper wifely dignity. All right for Sandy McNeil to laug. like a hoydsn. She was Mia. Murillo now—sh# must remember th.s. She grew weak with storm. She stole to tho bathroom, washed her hands, looked at her teir-stalned face, laughed a little. "Beauty!” she mocked, “Not much of a beauty now!” She bent her face In the fool of water. She dried it slowly, it in the towel. She said to herself. "Another day —another nlgli^ —No!” Suddenly she became very quiet. She filed her naUs, pretending not to feel the surging heat that was wrapping over her as her thoughts took shape. Finally she said— "Yes—I will!" She went noiselessly back to the room, found her husband's clothes. Her hand felt through the pockets. She found his wallet. How he liked to flash those greenbacks. She stooped down so that she could see the figures. She took our five Sio bills. She doubled them up with © kittle frantic sob. She ran back to the bathroom and began to dress. (To Be Continued)