Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 246, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 February 1926 — Page 8

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THE STORY THI S FAR Sandy McNeil. of Spanish lineage, marries Ben Jurillo. a wealthy Italian, to please her impoverished family. She sacrifices her love for Timmy, a boyhood sweetheart. Her married life is a series of humiliations by Murillo. She writes so her cousin. Judith Moore, a San Francisco stenographer, for advice and possible assistance ! in her plight. Then discovery that a young life Is hovering near seems to cement her bondage. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 17 M - "—1 URILLO’S pride was restored. He saw a reason for the vicious wound she had given, la the light of this great news, Sandy's flight, with her subsequent hysteria, was beautifully explained. It had no relation to him. He was willing to pardon her; grant a

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general absolution of all her erratic behavior; overlook that note and the Insulting conditions of her return to him. - These conditions meant nothing now. There would be no further talk of her leaving. She couldn't leave. * His emotion was tinged with exultance. This proud, -vivid creature, who had flouted him so insolently, yet whose beauty maddened him, was now his—bound irrevocably. He could afford to ba magnanimous. He stooped down, letting her hair brush his cheeks. He slipped his hands under her arms. She moved a little, the*blood surging to her face.

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“I’m so proyd, Sandy; you don’t know how proud this makes me." And he went on talking like this, as though she were honored to please him.' She said; “I’m tired —awfully tired. I hope you’ll not tell any one elese. Please don’t!” “Why? Aren’t you glad, Sandy? Aren’t you overjoyed about it?” She made no answer. She looked out to the waters with the light swinging like a pendulum over the waves. She tried to unclasp his hands. , He kissed her. “Os course you're proud, Sandy. I know you are.” It was futile to resist him. She

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understood this with a shivering completeness. • • rpr"| ARLY in the morning sh.e I 111 I went sofDv through the * ' garden to the road. The first touch of winter was In the breeze and in the gray ripple of the waters. She held out her hand as though she expected it to rain. She blinked —walked on distractedly. She said to herself, “It doesn’t matter —nothing matters.” And she fought desperately against her sick furious resentments. She steeled herself to endurance. That evening. Murillo took a little | box from his pocket, opened it | slowly. glanced indulgently at Sandy. “Do-you know what I have here?” In his ceremonious way, he reached for her hand, slipped a ring on the little finger. I. was a pretty stone, set with emerals to match the bracelet. He waited, expecting some gushing exclamation. He said wooingly: “Not such a bad idea to please me a little, is it, Sandy?” AVith an effort she checked the hot retort, kept her eyes down. For five months —nearly six he had humiliated her in money matters. She hadn’t a dollar in her purse. Now he would act the prince show her how fine he could be when she kowtowed to him. * “Don’t you like it?” he asked with a touch of injury. "Oh, ype; the ring’s lovely. I can’t say I’m thrilled with, your presentation speech.” The long eyebrows went up inquiringly. Sandy laughed. “You’ll have to pardon me, Benny, but I can’t share your belief that I was created for the sole purpose of giving delight to one Benvenuto Murillo.” She twisted her finger, gave an Impudent grin. Murillo shrugged. Then he was smiling again. “Have your own way, Sandy. You will anyway. Oh,! lefore I forge* It, I’ve asked my family to dinner Sunday. They’re overjoyed.” S r ““"“ — ] HE was stunned, “A'ou don’t mean you’ve told them? You v- surely haven’t told them already 1”

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a great deal of jewelry and were very effusive; the aunt, who was patronizing and nosey. Sandy had a ■ picture of theqe Murillos coming up one by one and officiously congratulating her as Beatrice had already done. , •She said nervously: “Call off that dinner, Ben, please!” Saturday morning she heard him giving orders to the maid. She asked flamingly: “Are you having your people here tomorrow night?” “Yes.” “Tasked you not to.” ■ He smiled, patted her hand: “Now, don't get excited. Certain things must be done.” • * • S HE walked out of the tears burning her eyes. But u—J she held her head insolently high, knowing all the while that her bluff was called. The feelings that she had frightened her. Try as she would she couldn’t master them. She hated him—hated the whole arro gant tribe of Murillos—resented violently the fact that"'now- made her doubly one of them. It made no difference how many times she said to herself that she would do her share; that she was going to the game. No amount of reasoning vanquished her emotions. When he came slowly behind her, a* he had a habit of doing, and slipped his hands under her arms or when he looked at her with those languid, possessive eyes, as though her beauty were a thing of his creation, she wanted to screm: “Stop looking at me! Stop pawing me! I’ll go out of my mind!” When she saw him in the middle of the afternoon, stetched on a couch, his jaw-' falling sleepily, a magazine of fervid stories dropping jrom his hand, she couldn’t bear to remain in the same room. There was no argument about it, he filled her with aversion. And this was terrible enough, but the thing that filled her with unbearable panic was the hostijlity she felt toward the child. She dreaded that it would resemble him. She wept about this. Murillo was aware of her antagonism. It made him vicious with resentment. He sought to compel her affection, dominate her whether she was willing or not.

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He was intensely proud of the no tice she attracted. Sandy was a prize that he liked possessing . . . now, more than ever. He wanted to parade the completeness of his ownership. He decided to give a housewarming. Sandy said: "Walt a few months more. I don’t feel like a celebration.” “W'hy not now give it wheir we’re six months married.” * * |nl HE answered lightly: “Oh, I I mal<e 11 a .vear.” * A few days later he came homo with engraved invitations. It didn’t really bccur to him that she had seriously opposed her will to hjs. She thought of refusing to conic. But that would be only another futile threat. Murillo made out the list of guests. He passed It to Sandy, told her to add any names he had overlooked. There were none of the young friends of her girlhood Included. She added ten of these. They were tho girls and boys who had sat at her bridal table—companions since childhood. Timmy was on the list, ITeinle, Dick Chapman and a number of girls. One day Sandy was shopping. She met the Arllss sisters. May said: "Old thing, it didn’t do us much good that you married a millionaire. AVhy don’t you liven the town up a bit?” “Your’e cominr to my housewarming, aren’t you?” Sandy asked. They had received no invitations! Heinie had received none, nor had Timmy. Sandy walked homsward, her brain on fire. She guessed what had happened. She said to Murillo: “Some of the Invitations have been lost.” She defied him with blazing eyes. “May ’Arliss received none. Timmy received none—nor Heinie nor Dick Chapman.” She went up to him with a cold menace: “Do you know the reason?” He had been smiling, about to speak confidently. At the look of her, he became excited, tried to take her hands: "Don’t lose control of yourself, Sandy. I know the reason—certainly. You'll understand." (To Be Continued)