Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 276, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 March 1926 — Page 10

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SANDY

WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE „ STORY SO FAR Sandy McNeil. in love v itli life marries Ben Murillo, a rich Italian to please her impoverished family. Tyranny b.v Murillo and frequent quarrels follow. A son dies at birth. Bob McNeil, her uncle, aids in plans for Sandv and her mother to take a trip to Honolulu. There she meets Ramon Worth who saves her life in the surf. Oil the steamer home lie declares his love Murillo declares he will never release her. Judith Moore, a cousin, tells Sand ylove is everything. Murillo overtakes her as she goes for a tryst with Ramon. Follows a clash over her promise to her sick mother to give up plans for divorce. She appeals to Bob

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By William L. Toms Brother, you win the paraffine bicycle pump! And you, my good fellow, have acquitted yourself admirably in the hop, step and jump, are to receive the bamboo fishing pole! Thus spoke the referee during field day events held by the Indianapolis High School June 2, 1894. All told, it was a gala occasion, according to a glowing article in the school annual foi; 1894. "The grand success which attended our field day exceeded even the nto4 extravagant hopes of the projectors of the enterprise. The erstwhile infant athletic association has now assumed manly proportions, and a handsome balance will be left in the treasury for next year,” runs an account of the festive occasion. Would you regard yourself as manly, however, if, after winning the l*i yard hurdle race, the judges offered Y° u a box of perfume? That's just what happened when W. Somerville crossed the tape gn the heels of Day Pattison. Pattison, however, copped first in the 100-yard dash and they gave him Repair of trousers, Walter Somerville crashed through with a second in the same event and his reward was a sweater. Hide your face and hear about the Kahn Tailoring Company’s gift of a silk vest to R. Douglas, winner of the running broad jump. Not to be outdone, however, Potter, the

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for aid in a divorce action and he tolls tier that she has no grounds. Sandy determines to make her own living. When she is leaving the post-office. where she has gone to get her mail, she is intercepted by Murillo, who fails to get her letters. GO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE CHAPTERXBIX Sandy lurched from him, ordering in a low, furious tone: “Don’t touch me! Don't move! I’ll scream. I'll bring the whole town on you. Don’t follow me!”

druggist, slipped a box of fancy soap to O. Pickens, second. Huder and Bryan, the corner druggists, finding themselves overloaded with perfume, donated two viais of the liquid to Winters and Mothershead, joint winners of the threelegged race. Prank Baker (everybody knows , Frank) set the whole town agog when he high-kicked exactly eight feet. C. Friegan, the shoe man in those days, had a real sense of humor when he awarded Frank a pair I of tan shoes. H. Bieber, the art | store man, thought a picture would j be appropriate for M. Good, winner 1 of sotiond place. i j M. Townley crashed through as winner of the one-mile bicycle I championship and forthwith received j a gold medal from the H. P. Wasson Company. T. David claimed ; an easy second and a pair of rat- I trap bicycle pedais from F. Clemens j & Cos. For fear that A. Craig I might deprive history of his com- j mentaries on winning third place, the Hasselman Journal Company slipped him a gold pen. Bug for the Winner S. Parker broke the north side ; record when he nurled the twelve- j pound shot exactly 36 feet, 1.5 in- j ches, theieby claiming a rug donated j by Kastman, Schleicher & Lee. | George J. Marott (George’s place is ! now on Washington St.) saw fit to ' compliment F. Buchtel with a pair j of shoes, F. Buchtel having taken ! second place. M. Good caused a good deal of i comment when he accepted a pair I of trousers from G. AV. Manfeld after winning first place in the onemile walk. It is supposed they were ‘ walking trousers. M. Eckman placed, and was claimant trfciWilliam B. Butford’s prize of 100 engraved cards. J R. Hobbs lived down his name and j came in third, winning applause. I F. Buchtel's winning proclivities ueasserted themselves in the hop, step and jump contest, with F. Buchtel leaping farthest and win- j ning a sweater donated by Progress, j whoever that was. R. Dou.flas was j next and claimed the famous bamboo j fishing pole, donated by one Ivlingen- I smith, the fishing pole magnate. j T. Darik went home with one of H. T. Hearsey's sweaters after winning first in the half-mile bicycle race. T Darik was given a forty- j yard handicap. M. Townley. starting ; from scratch, won second and a copy of Genial Lew AVallace’s “Prince of j India.”

Versatile Athlete Our friend, R. Douglas, pro red his athletic versatility by copping first in the standing broad jump and donned a pair of trousers from the Plymouth Rock Pants Company as token of his supremacy. M. Lewis never will forget the picture given him by Cathcart & Cleland when lie placed in the same contest. W. D. Seaton, the hat man, was so charmed with Day Pattison’s performance in the 120-yard hurdle race that he immediately withdrew a lid from his shop and slipped it to the winner. The chest of W. Somerville, second place man, heaved with manly pride as H. C. Pomeroy handed him a bottle of perfume. S. Parker then stepped forth, lifted the twelve-pound hammer and hurled it 79 feet, 7Vi inches. The Bargain Book Store handed him a collar and cuff box. C.+ F. Meyer & Son, with a characteristic eye to future business, gave Buchtel a pipe for throwing the hammer next farthest. The sponsor of the 220,-yard dash, one Major Taylor, evidently was not exceedingly pleased with the time made in this event. Our friend, Day Pattison, negotiated the space in 26 2-5 seconds, but Major Taylor’s tribute for the winner was but a cfne. W. Somerville, coming in second, was handed a bottle of perfume. P. Marity exonerated the übiquitous Irish in the standing high jump, cleared the bar at four feet, seven and one-half inches,- and won a silk hat from the Danbury Hat Company. E. Rinehart, winning second, accepted a silk vest from Original Eagle. (It is not recalled whether Original Eagle was an Indian or a firm.) Diamond Stud the Prize J. Mahurin, inspired with the thought of donning the diamond stud offered by Ribble and Fisher, was an easy first in the quarter-mile bicycle race. M. Townley trailed in second, accepting Hay & Willits’ bicycle pump. Dalton, the hatter, dealt one of his choicest wares to O. Mothershead when O. trimmed the boys in the running high jump. The same M. Eckman appeared again, this time as second place winner. Frank Smith thought EckThan might want to tell the folks about it so Frank gave M. a box of stationery. George J. Marott was so pleased with E. Rinehart's performance in the mile run that he donated a pair of running shoes. K. Winters smilingly accepted a plaque of General Grant, donated by Kipp Brothers, as the spoils for second place. A profusion of silk vests and toilet water appeared as S. Parker and E. Rinehart vied for honors in the baseball throwing contest. Parker tossed the pill 319 feet and 8 inches, and drew a vest to go with his collar and cuff box. Rinehart added a bottle of toilet water to his unique collection of cosmetics and gadgets. 1

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He turned gray, moisture flecking his lips. Sandy, with her blood pounding noisely, hurried down the block, ducking into the office where May Arlis worked. It was an insurance office, the windows on a level with the street. May, shifting a huge policy from her typewriter, greeted Sandy warmly. “Party's tomorrow night, Mac. Coming?” “Os course! I dropped in to inquire if I’d been scratched from the guest list,” said Sandy, excitedly, wondering if Murillo were waiting, if he had pursued her. • * * May folded the document. “There goes your husband,” she commented absently. "Guess he saw you. He's coming in.” “Where’s the dressing-room, May?” “A'onder —second turn to your left.” Holding her breath, Sandy sped between the high counters. She reached the door, heard May’s casual “Afternoon. Ben ” With a short, hysterical laugh she pulled open the moist, crumpled letters. The words swam glowingly. She drank them avidly, then tore the pages to minute shreds. Hard, poised, utterly reckless, she returned smiling to meet him. Murillo bowed stiffly. “I’ll drive you home, my dear.” “I’m walking, my dear!” He took her arm, whispered with menace, “Come.” Outside she turned on him. “Stop pinching me! I told you I’m walking.” “Give me those letters.” “Let go of my arm. Let go! You are making a fool of yourself. Good-by. ’ White with anger, he followed. “I’ll DRIVE you home.” “I'm AVALKING home!” gjhe set a quick pace, doubled it, noted with glittering his charging breath, the clenching of his fists. .* * * The hills were nude and brown in the bright, wintry sun. The water looked so clean In its blue, chilly radiance. Sandy swung along, arrogant, thrilled with defiance. AVith a

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blithe gesture she pointed to hills and waves: “Beautiful scene.” “You'll p/ty for this!” She laughed. Finally they reached the house. “Great exercise wasn’t it? A little out of breath, are you? I forgot you dislike to walk quickly.” Mrs. Dixon, their next door neighbor, was just getting into her machine. Sandy bowed cordially. She said to Murillo in an unflertone: "Fetch a smile. Y r ou look like a wife beater.” He caught her arm, holding it in a vise as they went up the steps, lie pushed her to the living room. • * * “Who is your correspondent that you must go sneaking to the postoffice for the letters?” “Who is yours, that you must put a lock on the mail box?" “This is my house! I’ve a right to see what enters it; to safeguard the interests of my home.” “Take ,all the rights you want with your house. You’ve only one right with me!” “And that?” She tilted her chin with a bright mocking laugh. "The right to support me! Permanently!” He pushed his face near to hers, scowling: "Take care! You may flout me once too often.” "And what will you do then? Turn me into the street? That’s what I want!” She went up the stairs whistling, her head flung back as though she were tingling with joy. She stood before the mirror taking long, gasping breaths, fascinated by the scarlet stains on her cheeks, the hard brilliance of her eyes. _ She felt hard and brilliant —hard with contempt; brilliant with defiance. She thought: “I owe him nothing. NOTHING! I owe no one anything.” She walked with a quick, firm step about the room, shaking out a drape at the window; straightening a row of hooks: dusting off powder from the dressing table. She owed no one anything! TJfe was rich anil sweet. If offered her gifts—joyous gifts. She was taking them. She had a right to take them! "Dearest —dearest —when will you

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

tell me that you care? You will — some time —how I love you!” Phrases from Ramon's letter drifted to her mind, loitered like a caress. She told herself presently, conscious of an . oppressive warmth - I’m free to all that! Free to conscience! Free of restraint and the old hankering scruples Isabel had grafted to her spirit. She was free to live; take boundlessly of this exultant sweetness. He was coming Saturday? Yes let him come—Saturdays and Saturdays! There now entered into 1 er attitude a pathetic abandon. She had nothing to lose; no sanctities in her life that needed guarding. It was shameful —made up of lies and indignities. Fling it away—all of it—make it anew in flame and beauty. Murillo dared her to flout him. But why shouldn’t she? AA’hat had she to fear or to forfeit? She was awaiting some terrible climax that would end this ugly sham. AA'hy shouldn’t she flout Murillo and hasten It? • * * AATth flying pulse she now stole through the back garden these Saturday nights when Ramon waited in the shadow down the road. Murillo was never home. But then — ah —one never knew. She sped along | till the hand reached out and caught ! hers warmly. She laughed when Ramon kissed her as she had laughed in her girlhood at Timmy’s ardor. * “You must car© for me, Sandy, or you wouldn’t put yourself out to meet me.” ”1 like being loved,” she answered J truthfully. lie frowned: "I'm coming South I the first of the year. I’ll be in I-os I Angeles all spring. I took the job j because of you.” The warmth of i his eyes, which she could clearly see { in the December moonlight, brought • a flush to her Jieart. “You won't j always be bound, Sandy.” \ “It seems so. I don’t know* how I’ll ever get free.” "If you could—listen—ls you could, would you come to me? AA’ould you marry me, Sandy?" She shut her eyes. lik(ng the ! touch of his warm, sinewy hands: ' “Would you marry me, Sandy?”

by Elenore Meherin, AUTHOR OF “CHICKIE”

“I don’t know, Ramon. I'd want to be so sure—so terribly sure.” “Oh, wouldn’t you feel sure about me? I could be so good to you." She reached up her hand and touched the tanned, intent face. “You have been —you have b/een.” “You’re glad I’ll be nearer—near enough to come half a dozen times in a week?” “No —not that often Saturdays are, safer....” “You look forward to Saturday?” “Yes —yes —” She sank down joy.ously . whispering: "I won’t think! I don’t need to think!” and laughed when he kissed her. i But at midnight when she went padding about her room, her feet chilled, her heart on fire, she asked herself fearfully: "What am I doing? How long can I do this —I wonder how long?” And in the company of Alice and her mother, she thought: “What would they say if they knew I went to meet Ramon —sneaking out to ride with him? Oh, what would Alice say If I told her of Ramon —that I kiss him—that I fling my arms about him?” She felt hard, sophisticated—ruth(less. She listened to the girls who | had been her friends before her mar- j | riage—listened to their posing, their ' : brazen talk. She thought: “I was I like that once! I thought I knew!" I She went around with them, keeping these affairs secret from Murillo. | • * * i Spring came—the sweet early days j of February. They were gathering at Edna Stacy's. Someone said: I "What’s next?” There was a silence. ! Sandy answered: "I guess it's my I turn.” "A'es,” said May Arliss. “I guess it is.” * “Then make it next Saturday.” This was the first time Sandy had invited the crowd to her house in the evening. She was inwardly athroh with exj citement. that as the week advanced i I turned to alarm. AVhat if Murillo j remained home this week-end? AVhat if lie came in as these girls were all I sitting around smoking? lie might j order them out. She said to him Friday morning:

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“Mother wants us to dinner tomorrow night. Can you come?” He looked at her narrowly: “I’ve business that takes me out of town on Saturday. Tell your mother to make it Monday.”

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"You couldn’t be just this Saturday?” “I can't be here.” She ran into her room, laughing with relief. In this unexpected way the climax she had awaited came. (To It© Continued)

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