Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 248, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 February 1926 — Page 12

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SANDY

THE STORY SO FAB Sandy McNeil, of Spanish lineage, marries Ben Murillo, a wealthy Italian, to please her impoverished famil. She sacrifices her love for Timmy, a boyhood sweetheart. Her married life Is a series of humiliations by Murillo. She wrtiea her cousin. Judith Moore a San Fran cl ego stenographer for advice and possible assistance in her plight. Then discovers that a oyunp life is havering near seems to cement her bhndage. Murillo prevents friends of Sandy attending tneir housewarming. OO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE

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Sandy's grace. They were thrilled he had picked a wife who •was an honor to them. He snuffed out his cigarette, came over and leaned on the dresser at Sandy’s side. He was glowing and flattered with the success of the evening. Everything was beautiful! He took it for granted that Sandy shared his satisfaction; that she was entirely reconciled to the elimination of her friends. He ran his hands over her long bare arms, murmuring dreamily: “It was all for the best, wasn’t It? You see this now, don’t you, Sandy?” She .gave him ho response. • • • .-y HEN Murillo slept, Sandy y)J stole through the silent house. She sat In that room upstairs, letting the channel breeze blow across her face. It was a relist the way the incident had turned out, but It had drained her of emotion. She felt deserted, cut off once and for all from the bonny associations of her girlhood. Strange that not a single one had come. They must have talked about her. They must have suspected something ugly behind those delayed Invitations. Perhaps Helnie had reported the snub Murillo gave at Tahoe. So they gueesed they weren’t wanted. She shrank before their hot, young Judgment. She would be ashamed to meet these friends now. So she would be left alone —more and more Answer to Monday’s Crossword Puzzle;

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alone. She would cease to be Sandy McNeil, becoming for them only Murillo’s wife. As years passed, she would grow tired of her futile defiance; grow submissive to his attentions. She bit her lips, feeling his hands running up and down her arms; his face brushing her hair. She pressed her cheek to the window, watching a metallic gray finger of light streak the sky. She felt herself the loneliest thing on the earth and the most crushed. Suddenly as she stood here —suddenly and shyly like the opening of petals, a faint stir touched along her nerves. Arresting, delicate, unique. She listened in a breathless awe, trembling with astonishment as though a note of music fell upon her heart. • • • SHE was unable to account for the change In her thought, i v- Happiness flowed through her —a lighted stream. She would go into the garden at night, lean against a tree and look up at the stars. She would laugh, reach out her arms, feeling her whole body with love. Waves ht It swept over her—warm, overpowering. sweet. * Consumed with tenderness, she now thought of the child. All her hostility vanished and she now longed for it; longer for the moment wlien she would at last look In Its face, hold it in her arms. Her being vibrated to this passion of love as an instrument to music. Her Joyousness made her Immune, and she went about the house gaily. Sometimes she laughed suddenly—she was absorbed with .her own glowing expectance as one listening continually to the harmonies that'others cannot hear. And she did not care what Murillo did. He was fretted by her breezy indifference far more than he had been by her depression. Sometimes she was so brazenly gay that he stared at her inquiringly. This new attitude of hers baffled and piqued him. At first he decided that she was growing contented with her lot—becoming happy as his wife. He was soon forced to admit that

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ever the spirit moves—here —there. •Kilmeny had been she knew not where; Kilmeny had seen what she would not declare!’ ” • * • SHE next day when she went out for one of these long saunters, Murillo followed her. Finally he reached her side, insisting on taking her arm. “I don’t think you do well to wander all over the waterfront alone, Sandy.” She laughed merrily, offending him with her gibes. Did he think she might fall into evil ways and pick up with beach combers and pirates? She all but ran him miles, knowing that he hated physical exertion. These long walks were her only diversion now. She would go out on the pier, sit there In the sun, watching the boats or talking to old Jose about the seals he caught. He had one big fellow that followed him like a dog. It would swim after him from Santa Rosa Island to the mainland and then go flopping up the street, barking in protest when he strode too rapidly. One day, retracing her steps, she became exhausted, and, half way up the road, sat down on a broad, flat rock. It was spring, early In Feb. ruary. All about her the breeze went tenderly and the earth throbbed with the wealth of coming life Sandy took off her hat. liking the wind In her chair. It was odd for her to be sitting here alone. A year ago she would never dream of such a thing. There was always someone to laugh with, to flirt with, to swim with. She felt so much older now. She wouldn’t let herself say “sadder.” But she sometimes shuddered when her imaginations ran down the coming years—all her life going on like this. In these moods she thought of the child—dwelt on its image—and how it would love her. She shut Murillo with a blank completeness from all share in it. It was hers —hers only. It would be sunny—a gleeful thing with dash and charm—handsome and bonny like her uncle, Bob McNeil. And it would make up to her for all the lost sweetness of love. It would bring a fullness to her days.

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[~p7"|HE counted the time she heu.l *tlll to wait—and smiled. , I—J She started again to walk, resting now and then. She was very tired, almost unequal to further effort. She leaned against a half broken fence, breathing quickly, wiping her face. She had come too far, and now wished that her husband or some neighbor might pass ant pick her up. A machine stopped. Even before she had a glimpse of his face Sandy recognized the long, easy stride. A quiver of nervousness shot through her. I Timmy took off his hat, saying rather bashfully; “Want a lift, Sandy?” "Hello, Timmy," she answered wistfully. “No; I’m out for a walk.” He reddened—frowned. “Oh, are you? I passed here an hour ago and you were sitting on that rock. I thought you seemed rather tired.” “Oh, no—l was Just sitting In the sun.” Timmy grinned to hide his embarrassment.: “I guess that’s a polite way of giving me the gate, Bandy.” And then Sartdy for the first time met Timmy’s eyes: "Why should I give an old friend the gate, Timmy —you especially?” “I don’t know. I thought perhaps you did; you had some reason. I wouldn’t have stopped only 1 thought—well, I thought I should—” She was warm with excitement. She was almost afraid to look In Timmy’s face. She thought quickly: ‘Tm afraid! to stand here and talk to the oldest friend I have! I’m afraid Ben Murillo may pass and see ,mel I’m a coward!” And suddenly she went up to Timmy, with her hand outstretched. She laughed: “You’re an old darling for stopping, Timmy. I’m Just about falling In a faint with tiredness. Open the door and give me the lift!" (To Re Continued) AMATEUR IS FINED A Dayton (Ohio) amateur, who has been operating a small broadcast station on frosp 340 to 400 meters, was brought before the Department of Commerce on a charge of operating a station without a license. He was fined |25.