Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 241, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 February 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

THE NTORY SO EAR Sandy McNeil is forced by her parents into a loveless marriage to Ben ' Murillo, a rich Italian. Kollowiinr the ceremony in her Spanish ancestral home in Santa Barbara she flees into the garden for a final secret meeting with Timmy, a childhood " sweetheart. Judith .; Moore, her cousin, a San Francisco sten- „ ographer, 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 go with Murillo, but she does accompany him to their honeymoon retreat. Later at Lake Ta.hoe. Murillo criticises her conduct ill • 'the hotel as unladylike and angry words on both sides follow. Sandy flees on a night train for Santa Barbara, leaving a note for Murillo. tiO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 12 URILLO turned Sandy’s card in dumbfounded blankness. - - He stared at it, hypnotized ...with astonishment. Jf-‘ Slowly his eyes narrowed till they were glowing through narrow slits in a mounting, insensate rage. The card said. “Here are your gifts. I’m leaving. ■ I'm not coming „ back. My parents can do nothing to change me. Don’t try to force - me. I loathe you. I mean positively to die rather than be wife to you again.’’ The blood rushed to his face. Die lief ore she'd be wife to him again? tie shook with the terrible insult—the incredible outrage to his pride of person, He raised his foot, brought it c}own in a brutish way, grinding it as though Sandy lay on ’’ the floor —grinding his boot on that white throat of hers. He lost all control of himself, growing murderous with his shocking wound —frightful, assaulting, beyond acceptance. She loathed him? The ' He shook his hands in the air. Hideous names curled under his tongue: names he called Sandy. He had hold of her, clawing

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his fingers into her shoulders, hissing vile names in her face. • • * S* UDDENLY he stoppod, transfixed with horror. A picture ■ Hashed into his mind. The picture of Sandy stepping from the train, her head tilted upward in that arrogant way of hers —stepping from the train, saying with a shrug: “My husband? Yes, I’ve left him— ’’ He would be made ridiculous—a laughing-stock. He’d married her after that scandalous affair. And she jilts him! Run away on the honeymoon—steals out In the middle of the night. Uses him—kicks him aside. He would be jeered at. That whole crowd of hers would snicker when he passed. He took the card now, tore it slowly to shreds. Dots of foam flecked his lips. She'd left and wasn't coming back? She loathed him? He’d show her! She’d learn who to fool the next time, the—! He saw himself confronting Sandy, holding her in his arms; bending that lithe body of hers backward till the proud, defiant mouth screamed with pain. She was his —HIS! He was now racing into his clothes, mumbling to himself. Where was she? How far had she gone? Had she left on the train already? He would have annihilated space, transported himself to the one spot where Sandy was—crushed her. As he dressed he opened many drawers, pulling out shirts, neckties, socks. Clothes littered the floor in a violent disarray. The gewn Sandy had worn last night—the pansy colored thing that made her so appealing with those haunting shadows to her eyes—dropped from its hanger. Murillo saw her as she stood mo-

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KIDS DRINK LIKE DAD Blame for Condition Is Placed on Home. ATLANTIC CITY, Feb. 6.—New Jersey school children drink proportionately as much liquor- as thetr parents, according to Dr. Lambert L. Jackson, assistant state commissioner of education. Blame for the condition lies In the home, not the school, he declared. The children are reflecting the attitude of the parents.

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tionless, blazing at him —saw her as she tore the rings from her fingers—as she flaunted past him. The thought of her beauty maddened him. She’d fling the wedding ring in his face? She was his WIFE! He laughed. She’d be his wife again; * • • S r ~ m ‘ IX 'o’clock—the mission bells ringing through the still I x morning air—sweet, familiar discordance. Many a time their sound had roused Sandy to the sun floating across her pillow; a bird wittering on the window sill and all the lilt of summer days. She listened *to them now. Two months ago they had rung for her. She had gone down the narrow aisle on her father’s arm and people Whispered: “Lovely—oh, isn’t she lovely!” Music and the scent of flowers—candles glowing at the altar—the bridal lilies so white and the orapge blossoms in her hair. Now she was returned. Home again. Twenty ; five hours ago she had put aside her marriage—gliding past the bed where' Ben Murillo lay sleeping. She had left her husband. In a panic of nervous haste Sandy stepped from the train. She glanced anxiously at the little group about the station —men taking off freight; a boy bringing up the mail bag. She went rapidly toward the hills. Nice coming in so early. No one about. Sky and water a crystalline bluo; hills as brown. T vo blocks from the old rambling white house, Sandy halted. She opened her purse, looked in its mirror searchingly. “Why am 1 frightened?” she murmured uneasily. She was worn and shaking. “It’s because I didn’t sleep. I’m not afraid. What can they do?” • • • S 1 ’" "1 HE lagged. She would steal quietly through the side door, J go and sit in thfcchilly back parlor till breakfast time, sit there before that picture of the first Angus, with his long beard and sharp, domineering eyes. Eyes like her father’s. Sandy saw her father—had a vision of him as he would pull his napkin from his neck to stare at her questingly; as he would coldly say: “You’ve left your husband, have yon? You've come back to me?”

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Thus Sandy comes home, defiant, while her father and mother hear her story with astonishment. Sandy posed by Kathryn Kay, Mr. McNeil by Wallace McCutcheon and Mrs. McNeil by Adele Neff, all of the Earl Carroll Vanities.

She veered suddenly,, found the old back gate and the path hidden in the grape vines. Wait here —just as well wait till her father had gone for the day. Warm—quiet—humming birds In the flaunting nasturtiums. Sandy brushed off an old apple box, sat down quietly. Down the path, mewing softly, ca/ne the white mother cat. She rubbed against Sandy's knee, gave a light Jump, settled in Sandy’s lap.

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Now someone banged the screen door. He was going—her father was leaving. She heard him call out. “Hey! Alice! Get me a handkerchief—” Silence—sun drenching the garden—the white cat as’.eep in Sandy’s lap. She said: “Might as well go now—” A terrible heaviness oppressed her —an overpowering heat—No hurry—calm yourself. Alice and her mother would be

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sitting at the table, relieved that Angus was gone, Alice would reading the ads, wishing sh-.' ha l money to buy all tlume bargains, Ads always seemed marvelous to Alice. She read every line over the breakfast table and drank endless cups of black tea, You were always In danger of upset* 't one bf those cups of tea, AUc - *-id a habit of leaving them on the sink; on the top of the stove, on thfe little table near the telephone, She would come back for them, If you happened to wash the cup or to upset the tea, she became very Indignant and said: “Who threw out my tea? Too bad you can’t mind your own busineas!” She and Sandy often quarreled about it, Sandy could hear the very tone of Alice’s voice! She got up—wiped off her face, "Better go now—” a faint laugh; “Lord, he’ll be back for lunch if I keep on sitting here, , . * • • rv, "J HE tucked the bag under her I O arn ’’ S:,ft I ,uah *l tlie vines L m.iJ out f her way. Finally she was In olatn view*—smiling—they might glance from the window you know. She was o.n the worn steps, pulling open the screen, gliding noiselessly over the earthen floor. Just as she’d pictured It—Alice and her mother: “Hello, there.’*’ Her mother drawing her hands together in delight, getting up, bustling: “Sandy—Handy darling!” caught- in the plump, warm arms. Her mother’s soft lips touching uiy over Sandy’s face, touching thJ tears In Sandy’s eyes. ” Then so trusting—so eager: “You didn’t tell us—why didn't you tell us. Where’s Ben?” They looked about as though he would now enter—s though he must be standing at the door. Then Sandy’s voice failed. She opened her hands. She took out her handkerchief, rubbed It between her palms. “Oh, you know,’' she said faintly, “he’s at Tahoe. He’s not with me.” They stared. Their eyes became enormous. She gavo a little, shrill laugh: “It's true! He’s not hero. He'S not coming. I’ve left him.” * (To Bo Continued)