Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 293, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 April 1926 — Page 24

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CS ik by ELENORE MEHERIN, Author of “CHICKIE”

THE STOUT SO FAX SANDY McNEIL. in love with life, marriPH HEN MURILLO, a rich Italian, to please lier Impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo and frequent quarrels follow. A son dies at birth. BOH McNEIL. an 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 cents n, tdls Sandy love is everythin!. Murillo overtakes her as she (rocs for a tryst with Ramon. He appears, unexpeetedls, at a party she is Rivimr for her friends. Afur the party lie strikes tier. She leaves his house and aeents the kindly attentions of Ramon, whose home sno shares. She then accepts a position in the city and boards out, spending occasional week-ends witli Ranum at his home. She is summoned home anil leaves Ramon, promising to marry lum titV’oN "with"inn story from heuk CHATTER LXVI. Sandy took a damp handkerchief, sprinkled it with violet water and bathed her mother’s face. Being very fond of perfume, she imagined Isabel, too, was refreshed by the fragrance. She gave a fluff to the soft, gray hair. "There, galubchlk, I’ve made you adorable. You feel easy now?” She stooped and kissed her mother's forehead, turning quickly to shade the lamp. She never looked very long in her mother’s face. The pasty color of Isabel’s cheeks, the blue line of her mouth and sometimes the rolling of her eyes made Sandy sick with fright. Isabel had failed in these months —pitifully. Even the double chin that used to he so warm and plump now sagged and fell away. But she now said: “I’m better since you came, dear.” “Os course! Else why did I leave my million dollar job, little one?” “You’re going to stay? Stay until—” “Yes—yes—” A hundred times in the three Weeks since Sandy’s return Isabel asked this question. Iler eyes followed Sandy rovingly. They were full of pleading questions. “You’re happy, Sandy, dear? You seem just as you used, to be long ago . . . just like my baby girl . . . You feel that way?” “Oh—” a soft, trembling laugh. “Indeed, yes—innocent as a newborn lamb! Rest now—close your pretty eyes—” She glided softly through the hall, ran ilown the stairs. Stopping at the ld newel-post, she snapped her flnpafrs at the bronze* dancing girl. She* dabbed a little powder on the scarlet patches burning her cheeks. Each move she made added to her excitement. (In her pocket was a letter from Ifpmon. (‘Darling. I can’t stand it any lofiger. I’m coming to see you. Only for an hour. Meet me where you did before. Do this—please. I’ll be there at 8. I won’t leave until you come—”

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It was after 8 now. “I can’t go," she told herself faintly. “He had no right to do this.” A clear, chilly night in the end of Ncvemher. A few hours ago she had watched the sun sinking. It went behind pearly, lavender clouds that all along the edge were rippled with flame. The clouds went scurrying—whole armies of clouds blown onward by the wind. He would wait at the pier heedless of wind and cold —wait until she came. “If I go, it will all start again— I can’t —” But she grabbed up the old Spanish shawl, tossed it flirtatiously about her shoulders, sped to the kitchen. Alice was here —all the doors closed. She was at the stove, and very bedraggled in a faded crepn kimono. She now took the cover from a saucepan, permeating the kitchen with a warm, garlicky smell, and dished out a huge portion of ravlolas. “Want some?” She clapped the old rebecca teapot before her on the table and settled for a feast. She had refused dinner and now at half past eight had stolen to the kitchen to regale herself in private. Alice was given to these secret repasts, which she could enjoy in peace without having to jump up every five minutes to wait on her father or the married sisters and their children, some of whom were always present at meal time. “Where are you going?” “I thought I’d get a breath of air I’ll drop in and see May or perhaps go to a movie.” “Well, you ought to. There’s no sense in both of us sticking home every minute of the day and night.’’ Alice was fond of gadding. In order that she might freely enjoy her own time off, she urged Sandy to do the same. She looked at Sandy, curling her lips slowly in her own particular smile of quiet disdain. "What’s the matter? Had the hebe-jebes all day, haven't you? Home getting your goat already? Or was it something he wrote” * * * Sandy received letters from Tillie Swanson, frern Miss Crumps and from Ramon. Though she begged him to write seldom, letters came twice a week, sometimes oftener. With her satamc sixth sense—as Sandy called it —Alice had almost Immediately singled out Ramon's letters as coming from a man. Her curiosity was like a great mosquito biting all day long. She made it a point whenever she was about to get the mail. She would hand Ramon’s let-

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ters to Sandy and make an insinuating, sucking sound with her lips; “Devoted isn’t b ■*? Is that what kept you in San Jose? Keep it to yourself, then, Secretive!’’ Until Anally Sandy said: “Oh, he’s a young kid In the office —a nice boy. I went to a movie with him a oouple of times.’ Now for Alice: “For a youngster, he’s certainly faithful.” “That’s when they are. Grab them from the cradle, young and pure.” “What do you propose to do with yourself, seeing that you've got Ben Murillo on your hands for the rest of your days?” “Hope that I won’t have him on my hands.” Alice’s lip and shoulder moving upward simultaneously. “You will, though! Isn’t it a scream the luck of this family? Did you ever know the equal? Anybody else marrying Into the Murillo family would have landed their whole tribe on easy street. But us! Humph! Poor ma, dying and can’t even get the attention she needs. Well, believe me, if I were in your place I’d make him come to time. God knows, you might just as well!” Her fork jabbing sharply at the raviolas. “Have you seen Timmy since you’ve been home?” “No.” "Well—you’ve got something up your sleeve—” Sandy sent bock a mocking laugh, tightened the shawl about her and ran through the vines. Dear old vines, tarnished and crimson now. She pulled off a leaf as she ran,

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pressed it against her burning cheeks. • • • Outside the gate she stood a moment gazing at the hills so dark and quiet against the cold, pallid sky. The wind fluttered through her hair. “I can’t let him wait down there in the cold.” She went with racing heart and quick, firm steps toward the water. She murmured to herself, “A year ago—it was just a year ago—Judith and I walking to the train.” She paused, rubbed her hand‘over her throat. "Would I—would I have gone if I had known —” She went on more quickly, taking the dark, obscure streets. “Just this once—l’ll see him just this once. He had no right to come. He shouldn't force me like this.” Bells rang—9 o'clock. She reached the pier. She took a few steps, saw his tall, easy form come swinging toward her. "No,” she whispered. “Don’t, Ramon—some one may be about.” His face was close to hers. He laughed: "Let them be! No one—dearest—no one but you and I!” She stared, frightened and fascinated by his taut, white lips and feverish eyes. “What’s the matter —has anything happened, Ramon?” “Yes—” again he laughed: “I thought you weren’t coming—” “I mightn’t have come. Suppose something had kept me and I couldn’t come?" “I’m glad that-didn’t happen.” He

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was almost panting. “It’s good that didn’t happen, Sandy.” She snapi>ed her foot impatiently. “Oh, I suppose you’d have jumped in the ocean?” They stood close to an old shed. There was no moon. It was very dark. She sprang back with a cry. Her hand had touched on a form —the form of a man hulking there in the shadows. (To Re oChitinued.) Hoosier Briefs Under orders from the town board the Akron Are department will in the future respond to alarms of Are within one mile of the corporation limits providing property owners enter into an agreement to pay the expenses of the Aremen and chemicals used. Mrs. Elizabeth Hansman, 74, mother of Mayor John G. Hansman of Warsaw, has had a perfect record for attendance at the Presbyterian Sunday school here during the last nine years. Agnes Hess, Pierceton High School girl, won the annual Kosciusko County oratorical contest held at the high school at Claypool. Maridean Tridle, Silver Lake, was second and Glayds Vinning, Etna Green, was third. Two historic houses of worship at Ft. Wayne, the Tr.nlty English Lu-

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theran and the Plymouth Congregational Churches, soon are to be torn down to make way for moving picture theaters. Billboards will stand in the once quiet church yards. Tooth extractors of Warsaw will work on a flve-day-a-week schedule beginning this week and continuing until Oct. 1. The dentists have agreed to keep their places of business closed on Mondays. Harry L. Taskey, former Seymour boy, has accepted a place on the art staff of the New York Herald Tribune. He draws a comic strip called “Scrambled Movies.” Tom, a horse, owned by T. R. Carter of Seymour, celebrated his 33 birthday by kicking loose and trying to runaway. Marion High School State basketball championship team has been "fed up” since the Anal game at the bovine domicile at Indianapolis. They still have three banquets to look forward to. NAMES ARE CONFUSED Mrs. Robert IL Miller, assistant secretary of the State purchasing committee, today pointed out a confusion of her name with that of Mrs. Reuben N. Miller, associated with the Marion County Voters’ League, an organization working to unseat Republican County Chairman George V. C’offln. "My work with the purchasing committee is requiring all of my time,” Mrs. Robert H. Miller stated.

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