Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 265, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 March 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE FTORV SO FAR 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,. Frequent quarrels follow. A son is born, dying: almost immediately. Seekintr some escape. Sandy appeals to her Unde Bob. who enables her to take a Honolulu trip with her mother. There she meets Ramon Worth, who drives and dances with her. and finally savM her life In the surf. On sailingfor home, she was surprised to find him a passenger During the voyage he declares his love. Murillo meets Sandy and her mother at the pier and at an overnight motor stop Sandy demands a separate room. At home she tells Mur.’lo she must be freed. Threatening her wtth bodily injury, ho declares he will never release her. GO ON WITH THE STORT FROM HERE CHAPTER XXXVIII S •““""“I ANDY picked up the clipping, frowned to hide the sudden panic. “What’s it all about, Isabel?” “Read it. Madeline saw it. Chrissle Keiston was there this morning to talk about It. So you see—” Mrs. McNeil clasped her hands, rubbing the thumbs hack and forth one over the other. She said with frightened resolution: “I told them It wasn’t true.” The clipping was from the Society News—a rambling item written with smug provincial chattiness. , “Rumor has it that one of our popular young matrons, a bride of last year, may soon enter suit for divorce. Gossip that all was not tranquil on the matrimonial sea has been floating about the younger set almost since the honeymoon days. The bride was formerly one of the much courted members of the debutante group, being considered a particularly pretty example of the titian type. She has recently been sojourning In the Hawaiian Islands, where she went to convalesce from a serious illness. We are told, on excellent authority, that she was besieged with admiration during her trip, which those in the know state was taken as the first step in the separation proceedings. "The bride belongs to one of the pioneer families of Santa Barbara, being connected on the paternal side with the Spanish aristocrats of the mission days. The groom is one of the richest young men in the South. He comes of an old and very conservative family.” As Sandy read her mother watched in a pained, breathless anxiety. She now repeated: “It’s not true, of course! You didn’t know of this?” Sandy didn't answer. “Did you know of it?” “Os course not.” Leaning forward, the warm hand press'og on Sandy’s: “You haven’t taken any such steps, have you?" "What chance have I had? I’m only home five days. What right have they to print such things?” Mrs. McNeil drew a long, relieved breath. “They have no right, of

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course. Papers do these things. Sandy, I want you to tell me the truth, are you THINKING—I mean even thinking of divorce? You said —well, I never know whether to believe what you say or not, you're so daring. You intimated something like it while we were away. You were joking, weren’t you?” ** * * LICE, drinking her tea, now I A I put down the cup with a long I-** I suffering, ironic smile expressing to all the McNeil family her utter disdain. Alice was a violent enemy of "family interference.” She considers her life had been viciously warped. At 19 when she was in the lists as a beauty, she had fallen wildly in love with young Teddy Sesnon, a handsome, light-hearted deckhand on a boat plying between Santa Barbara and Santa Rosa Island. She wanted to marry him. In vain did Isabel implore: “What kind of a marriage is this for a McNeil? Did I think I’d ever live to see the day a daughter of mine could so far forget. her upbringing? A sailor —a common sailor!” Alice was obdurate. So Angus stepped in. He called on Teddy. He threatened him. He had him transferred to Los Angeles. Alice, recalling this episode with eV er-growing bitterness as the years went on, could become perfectly furious in her rese/itment. Indeed. If she only knew as much then as she' knew now!’ She looked at Sandy, closed her eyes and repeated her smile of disdain. This plainly said: “Ready to back down, are you? Awfully brave when you’re not up against the guns, aren’t you?” “I want you to answer me, Sandy. You’re not trying to put aside you* marriage?” ”I’ve put it aside already, mother. I told you so.” “What do you mean? Have yo* started this suit?” “No. But I mean to.” “What are you saying? Do you realize what you’re saying? A girl brought up as you were, to say such a thing-. You married Ben. You knew what you were doing.” “One thing you never know till you try is marriage!’’ “You can make a jest of it?” Sandy’s heart rapped swiftly, almost in her throat. “Other girls Rre just as inexperienced as you were, remember that. They keep their compacts." “I meant to keep mine. I’m not walking out —I’m not quitting cold. I’d have stuck with any man who was willing to give me even a 20 per cent -Interest in the arrangement. He didn’t give a damn.” ‘‘Sandy!’*

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A NEW STORY OF A MODERN GIRL

“It’s the truth. It doesn’t even occur to Ben Murillo that a girl’s part of it needs to be considered. He’s the lord and master—the important one. All that’s necessary in his happiness. I was nothing but an automatum who should smile when he smiled, doze when he dozed, eat when he ate. Guess the rest!” * • * M""j RS. M’NEIL turned white as the napkin in her trembling hands. She said, hoarsely: “You’re beside yourself.” “No, I’m not beside myself. But I’m not going to sit here and have you all calling me a welcher. Telling me I knew —I KNEW! Os course, I should have known. Everybody ought to know everything and there’d be no mistakes made. Some things you can’s know! Could I know that he was going to tell me where to head in on every God’s blessed thing! Could I know he was laughing up his sleeve at the visions I had of our marriage?” “At Yosemite a man picks up my shawl when It drops, and I’m Immediately called to our room and given a lecture on wifely deportment. He orders me to be more circumspect—not to flaunt myself before strangers. Would he have dared that when we were engaged? "And at Tahoe an acquaintance offers his cigaret case. I take one. My husband comes up and orders before every one: ‘Sandy, but that back!’ I laugh. He snatches it from me with a calm: ‘I don’t like your conduct. I don’t wish you even to pretend to smoke!’ “And at Riverside I dance twice with the same man. He comes up ready to kill me. He says before this perfectly cultured fellow: ’Get your things! We’re leaving!’ ” “Those are all very trifling matters.” “What’s life but a trifle? If you look at it that way what does it matter whether an atom like Ben Murillo or I is happy?” / • • * ANDY was now glancing resolutely at her fork, the tines u_—J worn thin these forty or fifty years. She wished Alice would get finished drinking tea! She didn’t dare raise her eyes. She whispered to herself hysterically: “Lord, I’m

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Mrs. O’Neil is terribly shocked at a newspaper clipping intimating that Sandy and Murillo may separate, and implores her daughter to te’l her it is not so. Sandy posed by Miss Mabcllc Swor, of Ziegfeld’s “Louie the Fourteenth/' winner of the Smart Set Magazine sl,o°o Prize November Cover Contest.

going to bawl! Another minute and I'll bawl!” Her mother, beginning agaip: “I repeat, Sandy, these are all trifles. Every wife has to adjust herself to the new life. Ttie early years are the hardest. After that—” "Ob. yes —after that, you die! All the feeling and the defiance is killed and you just hang on—a ghost—an unburied corpse. Women did that years ago. They’re not doing it now. You can’t tell us today that it's a holy and sacred union when two

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

people hate each other —when they bring out all the meanest and ugliest traits. You can't tell us we're doing right to keep that up for life!” "I tell you, Sandy, that you must rise to your problem. You must bear and grow noble in the bearing of these little unpleasant traits in your husband. In time you can change him. And forget, once and for all, this Idea of divorce. You were in full possession of your senses when you made your vowa.”

by Elenore Meherin, AUTHOR OF “CHICKIE”

“Maybe I was In full possession of them. They didn't amount to much. That’s all I’ve got to say for them. If it’s my senses that got me into this jam, they’re not going to keep me in it. And I’d never have married Ben Murillo if you hadn’t all treated ine like a scarlet sister because I got caught in a storm. You made me feel I'd dug the grave under both of you. Oh, you did! "I admit I was a weak little fool to have fallen for it. I made a

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mistake. Why do I have to spend the rest of my life abiding by It? Why can’t I wipe it out the same as other errors are corrected? I don’t see why marriage, with only two people concerned, should have to be perpetuated when It’s a grand fraud like mine is!” Mrs. McNeil, very white about the lips, her eyes down, said thickly: "Promise me not to act rashly, Sandy. Promise to wlat a while.” "I don’t think you ought to ask It, mother.”

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

MARCH 8, 1926

"I do ask It. Your family must be considered and the principles you were taught. Will you promise me?" Sandy, thought bitterly: “She knows I can’t refuse her! She knows I’m the dupe of my affection*—Oh, Lord—” • • • S r "“““| HE was subdued and uncommunicative the rest of the . hour she spent in the old borne. Walking bark she was burning with agitation. Toward 4 o’clock that afternoon she went out to the garden. It was sultry—opporesslvely warm. 8h be gen to pick sweet peas. She turned with that feeling of Impending evil one sometimes has Her mother was coming up the road. She reached Sandy, gasping, the perspiration running down her cheeks. “What In the world brings you here, mother? You didn’t walk all the way?” “Part of It. I—was—worried. You didn’t—do—anything, Sandy?” “Os course not! Os course not! Now you’ve worn yourself out! Come In!” Sandy ran into the house, frightened and shaken at the look on Isa bel’s face. She searched for a little brandy—a little wine. Murillo had a good stock. An empty bottle—three empty hot ties. She called to Ida. "T think my mother’s going to faint. Where is the damn stuff, anyway!” “It’s all locked up. Mr. Murillo has the only key.” “Oh, Just like him!” She brought a glass of water. Isabel Rmlled She seemed to recover. Half an hour later Sandy sent her home In a machine that she called. She told herself: "Poor darling Isabel. It was the heat—Just the heat.” But early the next morning she went to her mother's house. As slitopened the door she saw her sister Madeline going up the stairs. Made line was crying. “What’s the matter? Lord, has anything happened?” Madeline swallowed bitterly. With streaming eyes she glared at Snndv. “You're satisfied now! I hope you’re satisfied now!" (To Be Continued)