Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 285, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 March 1926 — Page 12

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SANDY

[ SANDY McNEIXi, In love with life, I marries BEN MURILLO, a rich Italian, ■Jo please her impoverished family. I is rann y by Murillo and irenqent quarfollow. A son dies at birth. 808 NMcNEIL, her unkle, aids in plans for ■fcmdy and her mother to take a trip There she meets RAMON who saves her life in the the same steamer home he his. love. Murillo says he will her. JUDITH MOORE, a I 'tiy tells Sandy love is everything 1 . overtakes per as she goes for a with Ramon. He appears, unexISr* JU3KIy. at a party she is giving lor After tlie party he strikes leaves his house and aes'epts attentions of Ramon, whose p*MhF3[ she shares. She receives a teleRamon, saying that his buslkeen him away for at least a H. But he comes back that night. ;Hn with the story from here CAPTER LVIII BrThey stood on a rock with the waves rumbling at their feet; spray dashing in their eyes. Sandy held her face toward it and laughed. She thought, trembling; “Why do I want to shout? Why am I so glad?’’ Ramon watched her, the sunny brown eyes filled with eagnej-ness and question. Was she glad he’d come? She kissed him so. She flung her arms about him gayly as a child might have, and drew his head down. But how pale she looked; how dark those shadows under her eyes. Sandy guessed these thoughts of his and turned with an impetuous: "Oh, I’m so glad you’re here! Even the sky looks different!’’ She watched the clouds hanging low over the gray, rising waters; that tree resisting the wind. And all this that had seemed so desolate was now touched with a piercing, melancholy splendor—as though she and Ramon were alone in the world. They loved each other and were alone. They were standing on the edge of these many waters. With thumping hearts and eyes speaking, though their lips were still. Sandy thought: “He loves me. He wants to do things for me. How good to have his hands holding me. Oh, how beautiful life could be! How glad and sweet..’’ And he; “She cares. She surely cares. Good God ” * * * They walked quickly. The spray flew out and caught them. Once a big wave threw a handful of water in Sandy’s hair. She shook the drops in Ramon’s face. He leaned over her. laughing: “You dear, gorgeous thing.” She waited, taunting and radiant for his kiss. Then she became quiet, keeping her face averted as he helped her to the car. They drove those miles along the white, gleaming shore. The black clouds flew before them, the cypress trees shut out the winds with distracted arms. They seemed running, disconsolate from the sea. Sandy thought: “Oh, there’s a great storm coming. It's cold.” But she was warm —flushing and warm. She wished to reach up and touch with her fingers her mouth where his lips had pressed. She wanted to say aloud, to shout: “I have a right to this —to anything.” The loneliness of the past weeks made her thought cling to him. She glanced stealthily at his intent face apd could easily have whispered: “Stay with me, Ramon. I can’t go back to being so alone. I won't let you go! I don’t want to be pushed back there like a forgotten thing. Don't leave me, Ramon. Don't listen if I tell you to go. I want you. I want your arms here. Lean down and say you love me. Look at me that way. Say it again and again!” * * * They turned through the forest; through lanes where the pines murmured in their lofty quiet. They came to a hill. Out and below ran the beautiful curve of the Monterey shore. Even with the March storm astride the waves the water looked blue. Boats tossed jauntily. And for a moment, sun tore the clouds apart, sweeping with a little flourish over the hills a—random greeting. “Did you see that, Sandy? T think this is one of the loveliest, views in the world. YVe’ll have a lot of fun discovering this old place together. Remember the night we drove to the Pali? Does it seem to you that we've known each other many years? Funny, but T find myself thinking always of hills or trees or clouds we've looked at together and never of anything else, as though other times and other people didn't exist —odd. isn't it? —” He looked down at her, the unruly brows serning to smiie. And he began to tell her when he first was sure lie loved her —the night he worried her from the water. ”1 knew then, Sandy, that I wasn’t

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going to get away with It.” “You wanted to?” “Not now. At first, of course. Now —no matter what might be—” “You don’t care that much, Ramon?—” Warmly—seeking his eyes —saying to herself: “I don’t care! I’ve a right to something!” Shivering—almost unable to breathe when he whispered hoarsely: "Oh, yes, Sandy—that much!” * * * The lgiht was failing the way the clouds massed over the sun. The wind blew as though the night were coming. All at once it began to rain. “Oh, I knew there’d he a storm.” Sandy put cut her hands, startled, because tears rushed to her eyes. She thought: “Oh, it’s getting late. He’ll soon be going.” And when they reached the house she looked up at him, laughing hysterically. "You knoYV, it got so that I Just dreaded coming in here alone. I couldn’t bear to open the door and feel the darkness reaching out. But I hated the wind and the fog and the sea booming.” “You were that lonely?” “Maybe that was it... .but I guess I'm over it ” “You can’t stay on here. Oh, my dear little thing, you’ll have to go where it’ll be brighter ” “No —I’m used to it—perhaps. There's no place else I can go—this is the best place in the world for me for a while.” She glanced about the big, shadowy room. “You know, Ramon. I'm taking all this as a loan. I don’t know what I would ha\'e done if you hadn’t helped me. You’ll have to regard me as a war orphan. By and by, when I’m competent, you’ll get me a job. I’m hurrying so that it won’t belong . . . then I’ll pay you back to the last sou. You agree to all this?” He came up and clasped his arms about her shoulders: “Keep track of the eggs and butter, Sandy.” He looked at her pale, smiling lips, the red hair blown across her forehead. He thought with a pang: “She’s afraid. Os me or of herself? She’s warning us.” * * * His pirty was almost as great as his love. He raised her face and whispered: “Yes —I agree. Poor, little darling. Do you think I care how or why you’re taking it? I’m so glad it’s I you chose to serve you. Because I love you. I love you greatly. You say you like being loY’ed. You want to be adored. You are!” She listened, her eyes shining and dilated. Then she pushed from him, trembling and laughing. “That such moment end! Ramon, isn’t it a pity that we can’t just choose some smeet minute and stretch it out forever. Like the bugs imprisoned an? immortalized In your string of jade.’ He knelt and made the fire. Sin set the table, watching his bronze, profile illumined by the flame. She thought: “A few more hours . Alone again—no!—” She ran into the little cupboard of a kitchen and went dashing about with dishes. She stirred things on the stove. She ran back to looic at him. He kicked a log to place, regarded her quizically. “Well—what now?” “It’s nice having someone here.” “Would any one do, Sandy?" “It’s nice having you here.” He came up laughing. They went arm and arm to the kitchen. Once he asked: “You won’t ever go back, Sandy?” “God, no!” “Do you care for me a little?” “Why, today—oh, I don’t know — Yes —Os course I do! Os course.” His face under its tan paled. She thought, “That much! He loves me that much. I’m glad.” The candles on the table fluttered when the wind blew through a crack. The rain was scampering on the roof. They sat before the fire listening to wind and rain. How the wind went scooting over the rocks. It Shrieked and stooped and flung the pebbles upward. Sandy drew her shoulders together. huddling against him when Shaggy ran with his nose against, the ground. “He does that*!’ she whispered. “He hates the wind.” Ramon's'arm tightened. She closed her eyes. “Now he’ll be leaving,—now [’ll be alone.” He kissed her. She clung to him. She thought, “Why is the world so? Why rank he stay? I don’t care—what do I care!” “You’re frightened, Sandy. Afraid of the storm?” “Oh, last night (lie wind kept blowing—it howled all night.” “You are afraid —”

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“No—it's late —you’ll have to go.” “Do you want me to go? Do you really want mo to go?” Sho nodded, “Yes.” She ran and got his coat—held it. Her hands trembled. "Yes—go—it's an awful night to send you into, isn’t it? Kiss hie. You can find the way?” He ran his hand slowly over his hat. He didn’t look at her. “I’ll come tomorrow, Sandy. I won’t leave till the afternoon —” “Yes—come tomorrow.” She let herself lean against the door, holding it open against the wind. She laughed and said. “Goodby, ole dear:”,And kissed him.' * * * His steps were lost in the sound of the wind and the water. She closed the door. The candles blew out. Shadows ped across the walls —the flames were dying. She leaned there, hearing the wind go sweeping over the rocks, the pebbles flying. Then the trees tapped on the window and the dog came up and whined against her knee. She flung the door open. She went dashing out, calling softly, wildly: “Ramon—Ramon—” No answer. The wind swooped against her —blew her down the path. "Ramon —oh, Ramon —are you gone?" Above the shouting of the wind: “Sandy!” He flew toward her, caught her in his arms. She clung to him, shaking—half

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Hoosier Briefs

A filling station attendant at Lebanon thought be was “buggy” when a farmer drove up to the station with a horse and buggy to get gasoline. The gas was for a stove back on the farm and not for the horse, the farmer explained. The village blacksmith “with arms like iron bands” has become a thing of the past in George Mayer's smithy. An electric hammer capable of delivering several hundred blows a minute, has been installed. The vagaries of the Indiana spring weather proved too much for Mrs. E. L. Hedrick and Ralph Purvis of Tipton. They left for California for their health. Harry Anderson, newly appointed Evansville police chief, stunned political circles when he announced he would make no changes in the personnel of the department. Gerald Farrar, 10, of Bluffton, suffered the first casualty of the baseball season when he was struck in the mouth by a baseball bat while watching a game.

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