Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 253, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 February 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

THE STORY SO TAR Sandy McNeil, forced by her Impoverished family into a loveless marriage with Ben Murillo, a rich Italian, sacrifices her love for Timmy, a childhood sweetheart. Murillo's tyranny and insolence cause her to write to Judith Moore, a San Francisco cousin, for help in escaping her marital bondage, but Judith is absent on a long vacation. A son is born, dying almost immediately. In unutterable loneliness. Sandy appeals to her Lnele Bob for financial aid to make her escape. GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXV S r ANDY waited for the breakers. They came with exuberatit bound, white-capped and sparkling. She threw her head back, took in a long, tingling breath and with a leap flung through the trough. She rode up laughing, shaking the water from her eyes. Evening—sunset colors in all that wall of mountains; the sky like a gay parasol opened in bands of flame and purple. Sandy came slowly to the beach, her pulses thrilling. She

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took in long, singing breaths as though she would drink endlessly the peace and beauty of the tropic night. It was two months since the day she went to her uncle. Two months since Bob McNeil covering her cold, shaking hands, said to her; “Go back now, Sandy. Say nothing of this visit —nothing at all. The bit I can lend you won’t do you a particle of good, but I’ll see that you get away and tha* you can stay away as long as you like. Trust me, won’t you?” • S”1 HE didn't ask a question. She only knew the doctor had come. He had talked a long time with Murillo. And a week later Sandy and her mother were on the steamer hound for Honolulu. Her only feeling then was a surge of grateful relief. She lay on the

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steamer chair hour after hour, thinking only; “’Free! Getting away!’’ She was </ so thankful to Bob McNeil that her eyes filled when she thought of him. “Stay as long as you like! Don’t let. them frighten you into coming back before you're good and ready, little kid! “And, remember, you’ve got to corhe back good as new; snapping your fingers at heaven and hell again!’’ He said all this with that gallant smile of his fixed on her face. She answered with a pathetic attempt to be whimsical: “Don't expect quite that much, Bob. I can’t raise the dead, you know. And all of you buried that debonair lady. You buried her on her wedding night. Didn’t you know it?’’ She believed tins . She thought: “All I want Is to get free from him.” She didn't ask for Joy or for love. She never expected to feci the blood leaping In her veins with the mere gladness of sunshine and warm, happy days. But here she stood now looking out to the sun-dashed waves; looking across to the sedate line of palms walking at the water's edge, then glancing upward to (he many-colored mountains. Their mellow spirit touched her. filled her with a dreaming, happy languor. She raised her hands behind h°r head, closing her eyes. Nothing In the world but sun and warmth and color; nothing but this lulling, tropic Joy. Bo far away—miles of ocean between. was that year of the past. Shoved from her thoughts with a completeness that now and then astonished her. • • • r TTE received letters from Mu- | rlllo. She never read them. 1. They came to her with a shock of uneasiness. She tucked them hurriedly In a corner of her suitcase. Her mind closed against him sharply Just as she snapped the suitcase on his letters. And she would go down to the beach, holding her head backward, running She, thought of the baby then, but not as It lay cold In her arms. She thought of it in that mo-

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ment of ecstacyjsrhen she first felt the stirring of its life. She dreamed of a day when she would love greatly—love as no woman on earth had ever loved before. Then the child would return to her. He would come laughing and strong because of the bounteous welcome she would offer. He would be beautiful and gay. She lay on the sands often, letting these visions ask how* this was to be accomplished. It would happen. In some miraculous manner the hurt and the shame of the last year would he wiped out—Murillo would vanish. She laughed, thinking this. She would be Sandy McNeil again. In spirit this fact was already accomplished. She couldn’t help it. It was the bounding health returning, the magnetic charge of her spirits, the upsurge and yibranee of her youth. it was easy to laugh. Who could help rejoicing when the waves break about one or when the choppy waters drop from the stroke? It was Just as It had been in those April days when she swam with Timmy and found all the earth alium with immortal gladness. * • * mllE surf riders came charging to the shore, their brown hodles gleaming. Sandy watched them enviously. They said it was an easy thing to do Stealthily her eyes wandered till they saw, far out, an arm raised, the board flung on the waves and some one, leaping upward. Her breath eaught. A tall, spare figure standing upright. bead thrown back, arms balancing as the board flew through the water. He saw her. laughed. He looked like a Tloman charioteer, ex lilting to rein his champing horses. Bronzed, sparkling, vital. He shook his head vigorously, like a frolicsome dog: "Wait a moment," he called. “I must go!” she whispered to her self. But she smiled and loitered ... and felt the color sweeping to her neck. She started in a quick walk up the beach. Someone running behind, catching her hand: “I salt! for yoti to wait! - ’ She laughed, wishing to look in

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the sunny, brown eyes—but afraid. He was very tall—with long, muscular arms and brown, sinewy hands. His hair was tan. She liked to see his teeth gleaming when his lips that were full but well chiseled parted in his teasing smile. “I thought you we.-e going to ride the surf today?’’ “I found it pleasanter to swim.” "What a merry lie! You found it easier. Tomorrow I’m going to teach you! Listen, will you dance with me tonight?” She shook her head. “No, I don't know* how to dance.” • • • 0E squeezed her arm. "You’re another, gal!” he was watching her face with its pale, delicate features —the red, taunting mouth and the dark eyes. She pulled off her swimming cap and her hair blew in shiny waves across her forehead. He said softly: “Sandy, I think" you’ve spun me a long yarn about yourself.” “Why?" “You’re not married?” “Yes, I am ” “Well, in the name of God, he must be bird, beast or fowl, then. Surely it’s no man that lets you run loose!” She turned her face quietly from his intent gaze. “You don’t like that? But I’m forgiven? Tell me, what harm is It for you to dance? You swim and walk. Why can’t you come to the dance with me?” She laughed: “I’m tired at night.” “You’re never tired.” "And I’ve letters to write and books to read." “Then come for a ride tonight. You need the air. If you’ve really come down here to convalesco—but I can’t believe it from the look of you—you must get out all you can. Come for a ride?” “Maybe—l don’t know—” She became Inwardly breathle?® —disturbed violently. She w-ent quickly to her room and look at herself In the mirror, expecting to see her cheeks scarlet. She heard her mother, pattering about the dreeslng room. She whispered to herself: “I don’t care! Why not!”

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CHAPTER XXVI. • ——\ RS. M'NEIL dabbed her liandVA kerchief to her forehead. Her broad, placid face glowed with the heat. But her eyes rested on her daughter, a proud, beaming, look. Sandy toyed with a cracker. She sat very quiet, an intensity in the lowered eyes and curved parted lips —her i.tillness charged witli insurgence. Her mother felt this. She east abuut uneasily, "You're looking very lovely tonight. Sandy." “And I'm feeling as riskue as I look!” Sandy bowed to a young man who now stopped at their table. lie smiled. “Are you dancing to night, Mrs. Murillo?” She hesitated a moment. Mrs. McNeil pressed the cuticle from her thumbnail, her lips compressed anil ] nervous. Then Sandy said: “Oh, I believe not, Mr. Miller. I'm driving tonight.” • * • f mER mother's hands relaxed. |J The proud, beaming look re * * turned. Sandy saw this. Her cheeks i flushed. “Why the gasp of relief. Isabella? You get the fidgets every I time I salute a fellow creature! You must think I'm plotting deviltry." Her mother answered stiffly: "T hope T ran count on my daughter to act with dignity.” "You mean, Isabella, you can count on me never wanting to dance or to sing or do anything gay and careless?” “There's a. time and plarc for everything. Sandy. Being here without your husband, you ran't ho too careful. You must remember this.” Sandy felt a pulse beat hotly in her throat. Her husband, Murillo, eame before her. The blank brows. The sallow disdain. White cuffs Inches be:ow bis coat sleeves. She must remember him. Her heart lit with flame. • • • mHEY went to their room. Mrs. McNeil began fidgeting with the string of blank Jet. She [ loAsened the lane vest. “Tsn't it warm, dear? I think T'll lie down.” She sighed with relief, drew a sheet over her. “Why don't you stretch out, Sandy? Rest a little.”

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“Rest? Oh, I'm not tired.’ She thought: "Rest! Ye Gods! Am 1 6fi? Stretch myself out!” But she stooped down quickly and kissed her mother’s warm face: “I want to enjoy the scenes here, mother." “Yes—do—we ll soon be leaving " "Leaving! What makes you say that ?” “Why—we’ve been away much longer than wo Infended. Ben thinks we should soon he ready to leave. He asked you about tt, didn't he. in his last letter? He says you didn’t answer.” Sandy’s blood burned through her hotly. She asked in a feverish hush. "What did you tell liini. mother?" "That you were feeling wonderful and looking beautiful again. That it wouldn't 1-e so long before lie could expect us.” “Oh—you said that?” Her mother answered sleepily "Yes, dear. You've had a lovelv vacation. You must begin to think of him now.” • • f I ANI>Y tiptoed across tlie* I [ room. She sat on the edge I- lof a chair, fiery stains on her white cheeks. She waited for her mother to snore. She got up noiselessly, swept the brilliant Spanish shawl about her, glided from the room. Thp warm throb of the night, the still purple sky, the palms so quiet and Sal-bath like in the vast, dreamy hush. The night moving about one, sweet and lulling—an embrace. Sandy went quickly down a long veranda. Music came to her; the yearning native music. It inn Into her heart like a tiling that wailed. She walked more rapidly. An odd sensation, as though she were light ed. filled her. She was moving along, nil her body lighted—a hlaz lng torch. She saw her n-ot tier pushing her nails so nervously. Her mother fearing she wouldn't act with dignity—telling her she must remember her husband—she must he very careful how she smiled. She mustn't dance —mustn't wish to live! # • • Si HF, paused, leaning against n palm—tingling as though she i—_J had been running. She loos ened her shawl and very’ deliberately

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Ills Image hung like a dead weight in her thoughts. They thought she was going back to him. Her mother*fancied lids! They thought she was going back to that house ami he his wife again They thought she would walk with quiet dignity hack to that shame ami bondage! And that would he right. It would ba the noble tiling to do. It was her duty. She must accept It without protest —how to her cross. At 26 she must 1-e willing to turn her hack on •very light, happy thing. She mutt g<> down long, sodden years withs man who filled her with aversion and tunic. Site must do this I-'cause lawns Iter husband. (To Re Continued.) LIEBER EXPECTED HOME Conservation Head Visits Tomb nl King Tut on llie Nile. Richard Lieher, director of (he State department of conservation, Is expected In Indianapolis in a few days, nfler an extensive irlp through Europe. Accompanied by Mrs, Lieher, the conservation head mada trip down tlis historic Nile, stopping at points of interest, including t lie grave (t s Tul-Ankhl Imtn. Mi ’c i M Europe from Germany to the Mediterranean, ROTARIANS TO MUNCIE H|w*clal Train Carriers Loral lelegatlon to <'onferonce. A special train of Indianapolis Re tarlans left the Union Station st 11:30 a. in. today with a largo repra sen tat ion to tlio Munclo district. Secretary of Stale Frederick E. Schortemeler will -peak on “Wash ingtons Farewell Address" st the regular Rotary meeting at the <’la\ pool Tuesday. Joseph A. McGowan, club director, will preside.