Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 289, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 April 1926 — Page 8

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Jk by ELENORE MEHERIN, 19 AJN MjP A Author of “C HICKI E”

SANDY McNEIL. In love with life, marries BEN MURILLO, a rich Italian, to please her Impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo and frequent Quarrels follow. A son dies at birth. 808 MeNEEL, 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 goes for a tryst with Ramon. He appears, unexpectedly, at a party she is giving for her friends. After the party he strikes her. She leaves his house and accepts the kindly attentions of Ramon, whose home she shares. She then neoepts a position In the city and boards out. They are spending an evening at Ramon's home when they are disturbed by a knock on the door. GO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE CHAPTER LXII Sandy, listening behind the closed door of the kitchen, heard Ramon move lazily to the phonograph; heard him drawl: ""Walt a moment—don’t knock the place down.” The latch slid back. A girl’s voice: ‘‘Hello, ole darling. Where’s your lady friend? We’ve come to fetch you. We're rounding up all the clan for a big time.” Then the man spoke. All the blood In Sandy's body flew to her head. She waited, limp with foreboding. “Yes—where Is she? Saw you tearing up the roads this afternoon. Bring her along.” She knew that voice. ‘ Sorry I can’t oblige you. Quite sure It was me you saw this afternoon?” “Oh, quite! All right with us. We’re not particular!” The man laughing—rubbing hls hands. “Come along.” "Thanks. Don’t feel like a party tonight.” “Too bad—thought you’d come and bring some cheerie-o.” “Want a drink?” “Never refuse.” Glasses clinking—a toast—a laugh. Sandy with her face pressed against the door grew weak with suspense. Someone walking—coming toward the kitchen—asking for water. The girl. “Not there—here—” Ramon, hls voice easy, intercepting her. At last: “Well—be good! We’re on our way—” * * • He opened the door with a quiet: “They’re gone.” She went over to the sink and let the water run on her hands. “Os course they saw my hat and coa.t.” “They didn't. I put both away before I let them In.” ‘‘The girl almost came In here!” “No, she didn’t.” Without looking at him—her lips tight: “Who was the man?” “One of the crowd from Nell Drury's house party.” “It sounded like Jack Horace. I could swear it was Jack Horace.” Silence. His arm about her waist. “Why are you so excited? Don’t begin to imagine things. Suppose It was he' —” “Was it?” He rubbed her fingers slowly: “Yes—lt Was —” “And he saw me with you this afternoon. Oh, Lord!” She turned from him. flung across the room, sank heavily on the couch before the fire. “Now —I’m done for! The whole of Santa Barbara will know of this —oh, Lord!” Jack Horace had known of Ramon's interest when they were In Honolulu. It was he who told Ramon of Sandy's unhappy marriage—and that she ran away on her honeymoon. She and Jack Horace had been in school together. She pressed her hands, biting her white, dry lips. “Everyone in Santa Barbara will know of It before the week is out.” She got up suddenly, shaking and weak—found her hat and coat. “Take me home, Ramon— ’’ • • • He was very quiet. His hands were cold. He spoke gently: “Listen, Sandy, we were traveling forty miles an hour. They weren't even sure It was a girl with me. They recognized the* car. If Jack Horace dreamed it was you, he would have let me know this. He’s that type, isn’t he?” She kept her face averted —wanting to cry—blistered with shame as though she had been discovered in some low, guilty deed. “Anyway—take me home, Ramon. They’ll he dropping in again tomorrow—oh, please—l want to go.” He locked the doors and windows. He got a scarf and wrapped it about her neck. He switched out the light gripped her in his arms, pleading: “If you want to go, dear—l’ll take you. Don’t be frightened. I wouldn’t lie to you. He didn’t see you. He'd never in a thousand years dream it was you—” “Oh, all right—l guess so— ’’ But she was on fire with impatience, gasping with hysterical relief when they were finally in the car, flying

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along the rough, dusty road —wanting him to go quicker and quicker. She felt cowardly and demeaned. * * * They stood a moment at her door. In the shadows she saw his paie, worn face and winced. He ran his hand over his hair: “Don’t think about it, Sandy. That I wouldn’t happen again in ten years.” She nodded mutely, raising her face for him to kiss her and smiled. Then she went with quick, light steps and frightened heart to her room. Suppose Jack Horace had pulled open the door of the kitchen. And he would tell everybody in Santa Barbara how he’d caught her red handed —living with a man.... In the dark, she felt her skin turn crimson. She pulled the blankets over her shoulders, sinking down, trying bluffly to say: ”1 don’t care!” She clung to many sweet, glowing moments —that night when the burnished moon swung over the waters and they stood in the holy quiet speaking of love. Brave and beautiful. ... She turned from this flushing—a little sick—desperate with the wish to put out her hand and wipe everything away—EVERYTHING. Suddenly she sat upright, saying fearfully: “I love him. Don’t I love him. Oh, Lord—” she remembered Ramon’s white, worn face and cowered. • • • In the morning he phoned. She didn’t want to see him. She said: ”1 think I'll ride up to the city and visit my cousin. I’ve not seen her in a&es.” “I’ll drive you up. I’m going there tonight, anyway.” She shrank from this. But when she went to the train. Ramon was there. “Please, Sandy. Let me drive you up. Don’t make a catastrophe of a mere chance like that. No one will see us.” “Oh, on a holiday like this, Ramon hundreds of machines will be passing.” “You can pull down the shades.” He kept pleading—oppressing her because he had a white, stricken look. Finally she said: “All right,” and huddled down, quiet and unhappy wishing she could run away; run far off; escape from everything. He drove quickly till they reached the park loitering here at the Chain of Lakes. He said, solemnly taking her hands: “I’m going to take : you away, Sandy. I planned It last i night. That’s the only way we can keep our happiness.” It always weighted her when he talked in this grim, despondent way. “"Will you come with me, Sandy? You will, because I mean It.” “Oh, ask me next week, Ramon. I’m not in the eloping mood today.” She bantered, fighting off his depression. She was delighted when he finally released her and she was running up the steps of the white fiat in Fulton St., where Judith lived. Breeze in here —sunny and gay—charm Judith —go off on a jaunt together—forget she had a care in the world. Remember only that she was young—ready for larks. Judith was home alone. They threw their arms around each other. They sat a long time over their lunch —elbows hunched on the table. Judith was in the highest spirits, laboring with some beautiful excitement. "A man?” Sandy asked. “Two or three; I’m just that attractive.” But when they went to Judith’s room a dancing dress was spread out on .the bed. "I’m stepping to night—going to the St. Francis.” Joyously: ’’l’ve never done that before!” "Who?” “A man I met—you don’t know him—” Judith was ducking to the closet, getting out her suit. They were going to a movie. As she emerged, Sandy caught a glimpse of her In the mirror, glpwing—a lovely look in Judith's eyes. "I don't know him? Is this his picture? Sandy picked up the photograph of a boy about 23, youth uppermost in the firm lips and straight-glancing eyes, Judith came with a little rush and grabbed the picture from her. "That’s only the boy next door." “Indeed, Jude, you little old sneak! Nice chap, Isn’t he. So you've learned about loving from him? He’s the one that could make you throw everything to the winds?” Judith stood a moment, burning from head to foot. Then she said swiftly: "Oh, yes—when I love it will be like that!” "Well, I envy you, Jude. Lord,

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how I envy youl” She no longer felt light-hearted—she was as eager now to get away as she had been to come. ... Her visit to Judith made her feel old. All that Judith had —even that lovely, growing look in Judith’s eyes—she had lost. And lost for good. “Well, I don’t care,” she said quietly as she rode back on the train that evening. But she thought of the depressing routine her life had taken —that wretched Job —lonely evenings—nothing but the week-end visits of Ramon. She paced the floor of her room that night storming with rebellion. She deliberately lay in bed the next morning, staying home from work. "You’ll get docked," Tlllie Swanson told her when she appeared Tuesday morning. “I’m rich —I should care!” Brazen the whole world —that’s what she’d do. The whole world had combined to cheat her. But when Satruday came she wouldn’t go with Ramon. “Not this week,” she pleaded. The look in his eyes afflicted her. “Don’t look at me so, Ramon—as though I were stabbing you—” And the next week'she went. But she wore a big hat —and she kept her head down. "Dock the door good —pull down all the shades. Never let any one In again—” She began to dread detection. One week he couldn’t come. She was overjoyed. “It's the tension —the nervous tension,” she told herself. And she wrote a long, tender letter

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