Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 278, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 March 1926 — Page 8

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Kandy

■ WHAT HAS HAPPBNCn IN THE _ , STORY SO VAR '■Sanrly McNeil, in love with life. mar- ‘ .yN - Ben Murillo, a rich Italian, to please ■JTer impoverished family. Tyranny by and frequent quarrels follow. A I son dies at birth. Bob McNeil, her I uncle, aids in plans for Sandy and her I mother to take a trip to Honolulu. There she meets Ramon Worth, who saves her life in the surf. On the same steamer home he declares his love. Murillo declares he will never release her. Judith Moore, a cousin, tells Sandy love 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. When she learns Murillo . will not be in town over the week-end she plans to give a party for her old friends. Murillo surprises her by appearing at the party. GO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE CHAPTER LI Murillo passed his hand before his face, wafting the smoke. “Whew! Quite a party. Smells like a roadhouse.” ‘‘Don’t be so optimistic, Benny. Resemblance ends with the smell unless you’ve a mind to treat us.” Sandy stared, hynotized at Murillo’s narrowed and gloating eyes. They were fixed on the cigaret lighted in her fingers. “If he starts anything,” she thought desperately, “I’ll finish it! What brought him back? What in the name of heaven brought him hack?” “You seemed to have treated yourself quite well.” “Yes!” Alice cut in acidly. "We brought our own.” “Indeed?” He smiled slowly, moving to Sandy’s place as though the lighted cigaret were a ma'gnet. “Put that down,” he said quietly. She smiled up at him, raised it to her lips. “Put it down —Now!” The girls around the table pretended not to see or hear. They began talking loudly in haphazard tensity. “You heard me, Sandy.- Put down that cigaret and do it now.” Fire swept to her temples. “I’m smoking this cigaret.” He reached down quickly, pinching her fingers with a sharp twist so that the cigaret fell to the table. * * * She turned white as death, the smile freezing on her lips. She sat down a moment with her eyes down, j pale, trembling, stifled. Then she i stood up with a shrug: “Suppose I we go into the living room?” She swept past Murillo as though he didn't exist. “Don’t mind Ben,” she said with an attempted blitheness. “He sees red when I smoke. : Just one of his old-fashioned preju- i dices. Give us a tune, May.” And she began to whistle, swaying j her shoulders. But she could see j him now, sitting at the dining room j table. Ida was bringing in coffee and a plate piled high with chicken. He j took up one of the cordial glasses, j held it to the light—sniffed it. Sandy j bit her lips. “Can we smoke in here?” said Ella j Rivers with a clumsy attempt to j make light of the incident. "Os course—it’s only Ben’s pre- | cious wife who must smell of laven- i der.” She closed her eyes, seeing j him going into the kitchen —perhaps to find out about the cordial —find the bottle — “Say, it’s eleven! My sweetie will be waiting. I’ve got to wander,” said Edna Stacy. Sandy laughed with relief. Going • —they were going becaus'e Murillo had come home and made a scene—but they were going, she ran up to her room, talking gaily, picking up their wraps. All this while Alice, with flashing eyes and constrained mouth, kept j watching Sandy. “You won’t mind drivin me home, May?” she now J asked and purposely delayed till the others were gone. * * * She walked grimly io the door. Then she turned on Sandy: “Where is he?” “In his room. Didn’t you hear the door hang?” “What’s the matter with him! You’re a fine spineless wonder, swallowing that kind of stuff. Do you suppose that bluff of yours got by?” “I'm not trying to put over any bluff.” “You’re not? He sees red when you smoke! Do you think any of us fell for that? Do you realize (hat he never greeted a single one of your guests? And he knows them all. ‘Whew! Smells like a roadhouse!’ Nb thanks to him if it does! He might just as well have ordered us all out. He practically did. And you take it.” “What was she to do? I don’t see what else she could do but try to pass it off,” said May Arliss, -sickened by the blanched, stark look of Sandy’s face. Sandy drew hetself up—stiff—her eyes filling. “I’m not trying to pass it off, May. I’ve finished with covering up Bep Murillo’s meanness. I’ve never had the crowd here because of him. I tried to pass that thing off tonight because I didn't want to make it more unpleasant for everyone. He’d stoop to insult. I wasn't going to neip him insult the people I care about. He’s done it. Now you all know. And if you think I’m trying to cover up, I’m not. N “He’s my husband. He won’t release me, but if you think I’ll defend him, I won’t. And you can tell

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it wherever you please. And what you saw tonight, you can exaggerate by a thousand and you won’t know the half of his stingy meanness. And if you think, May, that I’ve turned snob and refused invitations from the old crowd on that account, I haven’t. I just haven't j got a five-cent piece to :my name. “And I’ve got to stick here till j I’m equipped to earn my own living. It won't be much longer. If I’m spineless I wish someone would tell me what else I can do.’S' Alice swallowed. “Where did that creme de cocoa come from? i sawhim looking at the glasses. What will he do?” Sandy leaned agaihst the open door. “Nothing that can bother me.” “Well I hate going home and leaving you like this.” “Almost two years—l guess I can stand a few more nights. .|. -|. They went down the steps reluctantly. They stood at the machine talking a moment, then May Arliss ran back: "I could stay all night if you want, Sandy.” _ “Why, May? No. But thanks.” She listened dumbly to the shifting of the gears, waved. And she let the breeze blow the mist in her face. She thought of Ramon down there in the shadows waiting. She longed to rush out and flng herself in his arms—hide away —be hidden and covered with their j quick, warm sweetness. “If I go now,” she thought grimly, ! “I won’t come back—l'll never come ! back —” She closed the door softly, turned i She stood still—very still —her flesh ! clammy and cold. Murillo stood at ■ the door of the living room. He ] leaned there, his arms folded. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I’ve been here.” “Have you?” "All the time. So you’ve taken to stealing liquor, have you? You have a. key to my cellar? You didn’t expect me here. I didn’t expect to be here. I'm lucky, it seems." He tapped his foot. “What have you to say for yourself?” “Nothing.” “You took that liquor from micellar?” “I took it! That’s nothing to what I'll take in the future. You’re J keeping me here. You'll pay for it. j And if you think you’ll interfere : with my friendships, you won’t. You might as well know it.” —* * * He came toward her, his face a j white flash. He pushed it near to hers: "You mean to stick here until you’re equipped to earn your own living, do you?” “That’s what I mean.” “And you'll stay in this house and use and abuse me, will you? You’ll ( treat your friends to a banquet at • my expense and then you’ll tell them j what a stingy, mean fellow y®wr J husband is! You’ll defy me before I them?” “Do you wish me to it? I’m defying you! I’m using you!” “Oh, no, you’re not! Try it and j I’ll run you into the streets!” She raised her head, the chords of her throat straining: “Do that! Run me Into the streets! That’s all J I need to be rid of ,you! I'll have j witnesses then —” She closed her eyes against the ugly glitter of his—against the j baring of his teeth; against the ter- j rible heat of his breath. “You’d drive me to that, would you? Want to drive me to that. But you won’t —” "-He reeled, flung his arm upward—- “ You devil—you pale ! You’d drive me to that?” The arm flashed down, the closed fist crashing on Sandy’s cheek. (To Be Continued) VETS To HAVE* PARTY Members of Rainbow Division Will See Picture at Palace. Members of the Rainbow Division Veterans’ Association and their friends will have a theater party at the Palace theater, Wednesday night. A reserved section will be allotted to numbers who will see “Behind the Front,” the feature picture. The regular meeting will be held preceding the party at 6 p. m. in Superior Court Three, courthouse. MORE LIGUOR ARRESTS Four Taken at Vincennes by Deputy Marshal—Will Be Arraigned. By United Press VINCENNES, Ind., March 23. Four more persons were under arrest today in the Federal liquor clean-up in Vincennes. The four were taken by Deputy Marshal Hickman and will be arraigned before United States Commissioner Randall in Terre Haute. Hickman is understood to have warrants for eleven other arrests. Thirty-three persons were taken in raids last week.

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By Walter I). Hickman | Many dashes of red hair on the I part of a woman. The same dashes of another color —all artistry. Elly Ney, the woman. Fritz Reiner, the man. The woman at a piano. The man on a conducting desk. With a baton in his hand. Then two riots I refuse to menj tion even one selection that was I played. (Would like to mention a “Tannhauser” thing.) A not at the piano—Elly Ney. A sensation at and non the conductor’s stand —Fritz ! Reiner. A striking horrible fact—two personalities all, just one, in the thought of creating fireworks and music. Great playing on the piano. Great conducting on the part of Reiner. Real yielding on the part of the many men in the orchestra. That was the striking thing that happened at the Murat last night i when Ona B. Talbot presented her j last orchestral concert of the sea- | son. Now I am talking about riots. On walks a woman. Red headed. To a piano she goes. A little too fast, 1 thought for good showmanship. She rested. She looked around. Around? No. She was looking at the man that must control many other men.

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A shake of red hair. No great haste on the part of Reiner. The stage was set. Two personalities, plus the composer, started something. And then— The piano was there. Elly Ney was there. Fritz Reiner was there. So was the Cincinnati Symphopy. And so was one of the greatest audiences that Indianapolis could give. A something happened. And that something was just the thing that Ona B. Talbot, Fritz Reiner and Elly Ney wanted to do. And that thing was just this —the Cincinnati Symphony doing that real thing known as near perfect playing that may be obtained. The red head of the woman shakes many times. Reiner and his many men did something. Reiner was satisfied. The red headed woman knew that her artistry was right. The result being that all understood. Elly Ney appears on an orchestral concert which reached a complete understanding. The first part was over. Then the orchestra. The piano was chased to one side. Then we had Reiner. A nice, perfect thing—that orchestra, I mean perfect in the sense that it expresses Fritz Reiner.

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