Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 264, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 March 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE STORY SO FAR Sandy McNeil, forced by her unpovri/shed family into a loveless marriage with Ben Murillo, a rich Italian, sacrifloes her love for Timmy; a childhood sweetheart. Frequent quarrels follow. A son is bom, dying almost immediately. Seeking some escape. Sandy appeals to her Uncle Bob. who enables her to take a Honolulu trip with her mother. There she meets Ramon Worth, who drives end dances with her. and finally eaves her life in the surf. On sailing for home she was surprised to find him a passenger. During the voyage he de-dares-his love. Murillo meets Sandy ana her mother at the pier, and at an overnight motor stop Sandy demands a separate room. At home she tells Murillo she must be freed. Threatening her with bodily injury, he declares he will never release her. GO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE CHAPTER XXXVII i 1 E let go of her. He went over lIJI and sat at a desk repeating in I I snarling mockery the bitterest of Sandy’s words. She sat with her back toward him —very excited —very still. He wheeled slowly round, watching her intently, his lips moving. “You can go. I’ve nothing more to say. You married me. You're my wife. You’ll remain my wife. That’s all I came to tell you.” “Is It? Well, I’ve a few things to tell you. There’s no sense in making a tragedy of this. We ought to be sane about It. I can’t live with you. You no longer care for me. The only thing before us is to part.” “Yes? You think so, do you?” "It can be done quietly. You can divorce me.” ® "So you’ve said. I'm not going to divorce you!” "Then I'll sue for one.”

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He came over, stood before her, a smile of hatred on his mouth. “On what grounds, my dear? That I married you after you had disgraced yourself? That I took yotr back after you ran away on your honeymoon? That I pay your hospital expenses for a breakdown induced by your own cheapness? That I send you touring with your mother for several months?” • * * "*i ER eyes grew black and fiery X_T in the blanching of her face: * * “I have grounds enough to get ten divorces if I chose to state them. And I shall!” “You have witnesses for all these atrocities, have you? Remember, it’s, your word against mine, and I can make mine worth money. If It takes the last cent I’ve got. you’ll never get a divorce.” “Aren’t you offering a rather high price for your spite? You forget you'll also be free. There are plerifv of women in the world better suited to you than I. Plenty who would give you good return for j our food and your clothes and your shelter. There are even some who might marry you without being driven into it by' their disgraceful pasts!” “You realize it, do you? Yes — plenty of -women better looking than you! Plenty* with more to offer a man! But I’m manned to you. Married for life: I can’t get free. Neither can. you!” “I am free. I've ceased to\>e your

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wife. I buried that when you buried my child. You might as well know it plainly. If you won’t give me a divorce or get one yourself, and if you succeed in balking me so that I’m compelled in the eyees of the law to remain your wife, the only gain to yourself will be the privilege of supporting me.” “And if I don’t contest it? If I permit you to get a divorce, who has the privilege of supporting you? You think your father will receive you? He will approve of your divorce and will be glad to take you in’” “I won’t ask you to worry about it. I can make my own way.” “Your own way? So that’s it! Who is he? Since I furnish the opportunity of the meeting—since I buy the clothes and pay the passage. T might ask the honor of the gentleman’s name.” • • * gleaming through narrow slits, infuriated by her arrogance and contempt. “Who is he?” She swept past him, stood at the wlndoaw, twisting the glass bead on the shade string. “I'm right, am I?" She flung about suddenly, answering in a soft voice. Her voice pulsed and was hot. “You'd deserve to he right! You regard m? as your wife and you've tried from the beginning to shame me. You married after I disgraced myself. did you? You know, as God knows, that you're a shabby, lying coward to say it. I’ve nothing to hide —now or in the past. “I make no promise for the future! Understand that! I’ll give you grounds to divorce me—plenty of them.' “You will? Let me inform you a little —-just a little before you go any further with that idea. You give me grounds to divorce you—you are one thing to lower my name and. you’ll get the worst of it! You may not know, my dear—adultery is a felony in this State. A felony punishable with five y-ears In the penitentiary. How would you like that?” She regarded liim across a burn ing silence. Then she walked up and smiled in his face. “"When you're sane again, perhaps we can come to some agreement. I mean every

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word I’ve said. There’s no need to flegrade ourselves with bitterness and insult. We .mrfde a mistake to marry. No one is involved but the two of us. The only decent, clean thing we can do, since things are as they are. is to part. I mean to acomplish this.” He made a clutch at her wrist: “And I mean that you shan't! Think: it over!”

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"Peach of a day!” The hills were so brown and quiet. White clouds fluttered like veils of nymphs—nymphs dancing on the gay blue sky. oandy drew in her breath. She stepped along buoyantly. She kept saj-ing to herself: “What of It! It' no tragedy.’ She held her head back drinking in the sweetness of the fine September morning.

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When finally she reached the backj gate of the old white house dream-1 ing in its sun bath she ran her hand 1 over her face. Her hands were icy. She thought: “What will Isabel say? I worgler how she’ll take it.” | • • • [ 1 LICE in a bungalow apron sat I at the kitchen table, all the battered old family silver before her. It was cool in here, the brown earthen floor freshly scrubbed —all the pots gleaming on their hooks near the stove. Alice wore a stiff pair of very I large gloves and with an angry look worked the old toothbrush over the filigree. “Where’s Isabel?" “Visiting jpur sifter. M&dejllne. The dear girl is melancholy so mama must go over and make lemon pies for her and the brood. Did you come for a visit?” “That was my intention.” “Make yourself comfortable. "Nice little old pastime for a beauiiful day, Ally.” , The brush going with redoubled vigor: “Beautiful days are nothing in my young life!” “Ole darling, there are worse things In life than polishing the McNeil plate on the twenty-seventh day of September at 12:30 precisely.” “Such as visiting the islands and remaining there three months? I’d like to have a. chance at some of these WORSE things. Sorry I can’t entertain you In state.” Sandy took off her hat, began scouting about the pantry. “Don’t bother.” said Ally Impatiently. “I’ll get the lunch.” “It’s no bother, ole dear,” Sandy now made a loud clatter dumping vegetables from a bowl to a sauce pan to he heated. She feared Alice’s next move. But Alice said: "Well. If you Insist on helping, here, you can finish the silver.” She pulled off the stiff gloves, handed brush and cloth rtwigned her chair to Sandy. If there was one thing Sandy hated It was to polish silver —get your fingers all grimy. However. he appreciated her sister's superior strategy and gingerly sat herself down.

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"How's your husband?” Alice brusquely. "Neither worse nor better.” "Ma’s worried about you. She's worried sick. You were slightly cold on the drive homeward, I’d saj. What's in the air?” "Oh nothing much only I don’t epect to end my days with him. That’s about all.” “What are you turning pale about then?” "I’m alwaj-s pale—my * Mower-like complexion, you know. What did Isabel say?” “She asked me if you’d told me anything. Os course she didn’t use the terrible word ’divorce,’ but she hinted it.” “And I suppose I’d be the black sheep if I ever dared thing of it.” "You don’t expect anything different, do you?” “Why not? If two people aren't happy together?” “Then you are thinking about it. are you? All I’ve got to say Is you’ve got nerve with a family like this on your neck*’ "It’s not their business exactly.” Alice smiled with superb disdain: “Oh. no! And it wasn't their busl ness when I wanted to marry Ted. either, was It? You notice I didn't marry him, don’t you?” Alloe had her hack turned* Her lean shoulder blade stood out like an She whacked the spinach. “Jusfl take It from Yne, kid, you can’t bu< thfr< trust!” Sandy blew the powder from the design. “Is ma coming back for lunch?” she asked, getting up to set the table. “She ought to be here now.” Mrs. McNeil came panting up the walk. She said breathlessly "Sandy!" Her face was suffused with warmth and redness. She sat down at the table, wiped )ier neck. “Is your father coming to lunch, Alice?” “No.” , She sighed with relief Then ,she opened her hag. tears flying to her eves. She took out a newspaper clipping, pushed it toward Sandy. "Did you see this?” She could sea roe ly breathe. “It’s not true, Is it? It can’t be true.” (To Be Continued!