Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 280, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 March 1926 — Page 10

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SANDY

"HAT HAS H VIM'KNKII IN THE „ . STORY SO FAR Sandy MoNoil. in love with life, marries, Ben Murillo, a rieh Italian, to please her impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo’and frequent quarrels follow. A son dies at birtli. Bob McNeil, her Uncle, aids in plans for Sandy and her 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 says he will never release her. Judith Moore, a cousin, tells Sandy love is everything. Murillo overtakes her as she foes for a trvst with Ramon. He appears, unexpectedly, at a party she is giving for her friends. After the party lie strikes her. She leaves his house and meets Ramon Worth, wtio drives her to his home. <lO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE •CHAPTER LIII She listened to the crackling of the logs. The flames sent a wavering glow over the dark, paneled walls, touching a picture, a shelf of books, nfi old brass kettle. Soft flashes of color weaved through the shadows. Quiet and dreamlike. The tap of a tree against the window; the bloom of waves on the rocks heightening the sense of isolation. She lay with her hands over her closed eyes, trying not to think. She heard Ramon moving about, lifting the lid of a stove, getting down dishes. The pungency of coffee and bacon drifted through the room. He set a table itt the fireplace. "I’m hungry. Are you?” Pie smiled and pushed a big roomy chair for her as though she had merely dropped in for a friendly chat. Standing, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was shocked to find that her cheek was not terribly swollen: that it merely looked heavy and slightly blue. The encounter of the night took on an aspect of unreality—a grotesque and ugly dream. Her flight and her presence here with Ramon were fantastic and incredible. She went up and looked at her face. And site closed her eyes, feeling Murillo's hand, hearing his: “Go up stairs! Go to your Yoorn!” It wan then she hud pulled open the door, stumbling and running down the steps. The wind blowing the light silk of her dress. She saw herself crouching in the shadows. Turmoil and -chaos filled her mind* Running away without hat or coat —leaving without a word —ending it with black finality. Pictures went with oppressive disorder through her thoughts. Herself darting through the garden; Murillo, gray and trembling, waiting in the living-room, going now and • ihen to the door, expecting her return. Then Alice and her mother learning of it. “Oh. Rord,” she murpiured, sick ' with the helter-skelter of these im-; ages. She turned from them in a burning agitation. She sat at the table, forced herself to eat. “i’ou didn’t expect me here, for breakfast this morning, Ramon?” She kept her eyes hard on her plate. “SandT, why take it this way? You've know it was bound to come for some time, haven’t you?” “I'm not sorry about that —but in ! this way—oh. it’s so —so brutal. It’s ended and not ended.” “Why isn’t it ended?’ * She remained silent, thinking, i “Yes, I knew it —a year ago I knew | it would he like this.’ A year ago this very month she had taken the ride with Timmy. And ehe would have run away that night -—that very night—only for the fainting of the coming of the child. And the whoje year had been filled with ugliness. The whole year had pointed to this stark, ugly climax. But she had expected to leave quietly—prepare for self-support and one day pack livr trunk, write him a dignified farewell and leave. She wanted no more bitterness, no more sordid quarreling. * * * Instinctively she touched her cut lip, blinking and watching the flame' creep along the log. “Do you say it’s ended, yet not ended, because you don't know what j you’re going to do, Sandy?” She nodded. "You’re going to stay right here long as you like. Until you’ve made j up your mind.” “I can't stay here, Ramon.” “Why can’t you?” She put both hands over her cup and tried to smile; tried to shrug. He reached over and took them in his. “You can stay here, Sandy. And you’re going to. You can't go any place else. At least not till you get some clothes.’ You’ll be perfectly safe here. No one will ever trace you. The place is yours.” She glanced at him swiftly, her eyes searching his. A flush crept under his tan. “I’m going hack to Los Angeles. I’ve got to go tonight. You won’t be afraid here, will you?

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I'm going to drive into town in another hour. I’ll get you provisions. There’s not a thing in the wide world to trouble you. Y'ou’ll like it here.” Her hands in his trembled: “Why should you do all this for me, Ramon?” j “You can answer that. Sandy. I'm i glad to do it. I’m overjoyed at the j chance to ’do it. You’ll be free here. | And you can figure out what you | want to do.” She became silent, looking into a : future, troubled, forbidding and ! dark. * * # | He rolled up his sleeves, stacking ; dishes in the sink of a little cup- | boardlike room adjoining the big one. He raised the tan, unruly eye- | brows that gave such an easy, toler- | ant lock to his sunny, brown eyes. ! "I've often thought how wonderful it j “I’ve often pictured you here, Sandy. I I've thought how wonderful it would i be. It seems natural, doesn’t it? As j though you belong here,” i She glanced through a window —a I small, high window that framed a ! j single tree growing straight up from 1 I the rocks, tfoe said uneasily. ’’l ; I shouldn’t have come. Oh, Ramon — j I shouldn’t have come." \ He glanced at her pleadingly. | i “You won't feel so always.” | She trembled because of the chill i land fear in her thoughts. He kissed ' j her goodby when he drove off on the shopping tour, raised lieu face and; murmured, "Do you know what a ! joy this is to be doing 1 things for you?" She closed the door, listening to ; the stillness ahum with the voice of I the sea. It seemed to her that a wind, forlorn and high, blew through ; the trees, went bleakly ail about the house. She wrote to Alice, told her what had happened;' She said she had left ; i Murillo for good. She was not comj ing back She told Alice she was in Los Angeles and meant to get a job ; i there for a while. Alice should try I to get her clothes and send them at once under the name of E. V. Camp- j bell to the Clark Hotel. She asked | Alice to tell the mother -the. t she was 1 on a visit to Judith —tell nothing j else. Ramon would mail this letter. ; He would call for the suitcase. J * * * Late in the afternoon Ramon re- : turned. He was in the* blithest spirits. He knocked. “You won’t ; let me take care of you, darling. ! I’ve brought my second.” Into the room came bounding a I big, frolicsome airedale. He sniffed ; at Sandy’s shoes, ran his nose over J her hands, barked and shook his I ears. Ramon took the big unruly j head in his hands. “You’re to watch j out for her, old fellow. Understand?” The dog shook impatiently ■ free, went on with his sniffing. “He likes you,” said Ramon. “Now you won’t be afraid.” Sandy buried her hands in the dog’s long, wiry hair. “I was afraid,” j she whispered, looking into the ter- j tier’s beautiful, brown eyes. “I'm not now.” “I’ve stocked up for a week. But j I’ll he back with clothes and letters for you before that.” She put on a long coat of Ramon’s. They went for a walk, the dog romping ah'ead, rushing back to follow for a few moments at their heels. “No one will disturb you, Sandy. But if you meet any one or any one calls at the house you can intimate that you’re a, writer. You won't have any trouble. There’s a typewriter there. So you can keep, on with your practicing.” He looked at her a little sadly. “Every day you will be walking here, Sandy. Every day I’ll he thinking of you. I wish we were alone in the world. Does it seem to you now as though we were?” “No. Oh, it doesn’t seem that way to me!” * * He left. She sat before the dwindling fire, the clog on an old rug j at her feet. She could hear the thumping of j her, heart—hear it thump above the j boom of the waves. She felt alone j now—terrified and alone. She sat very still, staring at her clasped j hands. She said to herself quietly: “What’s to become of you? What will become of you now?” (To Be Continued)* WATER WORKS MEN MEET /,')/ United Pres* LAFAYETTE, Inch. March 25. Officials from municipally and privately owned Water plants in all parts of Indiana ajfe here today for%the opening of a two-day session.

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