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SANDY

THE STORY 80 FAR SANDY McNEIL. in love with life, marries BEN MURILLO, a rich Italian, to please her impoverished family. IT* rann.v by Murillo and frequent quarrels follow. A son dies at birth. 808 Me NEITj. her uncle, aids in p'an* for Sandy and her mother to take a trio to Honolulu. There she meets lIAMO.S WORTH, ■who saves her life in the surf. On the pane steamer home he dec.ares his love. . Murillo sa.vs he will never rrie,ioi- her. JUDITH MOORE, a cousin, tells bandy 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 hu house and aeeepft the kindly attentions of Ramon, whose home she shares. She then accepts a position in the city, spending occasional week-ends with Ramon at his home. Slia is summoned liome because of her mother's illness. She meets Murillo and refuses to live with him. A few days later she and Ramon meet to say good-by. handy s mother dies, and after the funeral bandy determines to set a job. Her cousin. Judith Moore, plana to have Sandy lire .v. i. s..j on With the story from here CHAPTER LXXV It -was Judith’s first love—the love t hat comes to youth at 17. Everyone knows how holy thi3 can be, how poignant and how sweet. During four years Judith dreamed and lived and was consumed in it. Sometimes when he caught her hand suddnly and the blood flew happily to her cheeks she wanted to toss her head back and shout: "Oh, how I love you, Douglas Keith!’’ But Judith was bred fn a home of stern repression. Sandy might stand on the pier ii the moonlight .and wait with hall shut eyes and frank, eager lips foi a man's kiss. Judith blushed, acknowledging even to herself that she longed for the moment. when this dreamed-of joy w’ouid be hers; when he would turn with that high, sweet look transfiguring his face to say: "Jude, it’s been you all along—you I’ve been searching for. You notice I've always come back to you. You are the only one that counts —the only one that lasts ’’ So now her heart waited. She scarcely dared to breathe, her eyes lowered as before some sacredness and beauty. With an almost fainting shock she heard him say: “Gee! what's the matter, Jude? You’re awfully white.” "Oh! Am I? The moon—look at it •—it’s that misty light, Doug. Did you hear that bird singing—and I saw a star flying.’’ Incredible tears rushed to Judith's eyes. “You're not going to weep about ii. are you? Gee, you're the nut, Jude. The oddest things get your goat. That's why you’re so different. Now if you should ever love —- holy smoke!’ Saying it as though Judith had never" the remotest notion of what love might be. She managed to smile, all her nerves strained and tingling: “Yes —everything or nothing, that’s the way love’s going to be with me, Doug.’’ "All the same here.” “No, you're too fickle. You like change. You wouldn’t recogn'ze a tremendous love if it was handed to you on a silver salver like the head of John. You wouldn’t recognize it even if someone offered it bald as that. And you wouldn’t want it. You always get weary.’’ “Not my fault, Jude. It’s your sex. You wouldn’t care to see the same show again and again, would you? Girls are like that —like light musical comedies with a few sprightly airs and a tune or two. That's all. No thought behind it—no purpose—no real emotion.’’ "Are we as bad as all that?" "Not you. of course." Again Judith smiled. She thought neiA'ously: "Not me? But what am J? A kind of third sex? Someone to be considered when love is / Mentioned! Oh. if you only knew bow I’d like a few of those sprightly airs!" Aloud* “You want too much, Doug. You want a girl to be light and empty as a bubble, deep as a well; changeable as flame, yet contant as a rock. You want the lure of a Magdalen in the soul of a Madonna. They don’t make us that way. But if men really wanted girls with depth, the girls would get the depth. Now, depth is nothing but a detriment. We’re empty, Doug, because you like us that way. Just go over all your own merry affairs. Isn’t it always the flashy or the cute or the posey ones that fascinate you?" "A girl has to have appeal, of course. But why can’t depth and charin go together?" "Because when a girl has depth he Isn’t thinking about herself all the time. She’s impersonal." Judith laughed. “Like me, you see—a third

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sexer! When a girl thinks then she is sincere, and a sincere person forgets to be coquettish. Then they don’t tickle liko a feather! And you’d rather he tickled than loved. "You want your senses intrigued and not your spirit plumbed. Right, am I?” "Nope! We want both. It may be that you’ve got to intrigue the senses before you can plumb the spirit. The ideal woman should do both." “Where will you find her, Douglas?” "Plenty of time to look. No hurry, Jude. I’d have to give you up. Ever think of that?” "Yes—often."' " "Wouldn’t you care?” "Oh yes. I’d care." And she now ! turned toward him with a soft, piercing laugh, her eyes all violet fire; "I’d carei Holy smoke! You bet I’d care." His lips parted In astonishment, a flare of red shooting across his cheeks. Then he stammered: "Gee —• well, I should hope you would." Judith was glad when they reached her door. For tho last hour she listed by sheer force of will to ill his plans. He was going to New York. Think t it. They were sending him on a | .rip to New York. Try out his stuff , here for a while. But he'd be back. ! Before he went, he and Em were gong to Yosemite—leaving Monday. He turned to Judith: "I came over pecially to ask you along. Get your vacation now and come with us. | sou know, Jude, half the fun of this windfall is thinking - of all the good times we’ll have togettor.” "I couldn't go.” * “Why can't you? Tou’vo never been in the valley. It's wonderful In May and this year it will be a knockout after the wet weather. We'll have a hear of a time. Think of all those trails we can climb. Ah, Jude, won't you please? Don't be an old stick-in-the-mud." "Your mother’d like'lt much better with just you. You know that, ; Douglas,” “Well, of course, I wouldn't ask , anyone else. But she wouldn’t mind you. Why should she mind YOU?" ; "No reason. But take her on the ! first trip alone. I’m Bure she'd be more pleased." He stood at tho door, reluctant — sobered. “Listen, Judie, she’ll only sit around. Em can’t go on any ! long hikes. She wants me to have : some fun out of it. Oh, be a sport? Gee! I planned it specially for you," ; Judith longed to say? “I'll go! \ You bet I’ll go.” She let her hand 1 loiter in his. He said: “You've a nice hand, Judith —a nice, small hand.” She laughed: “Yes —and I’ve a nice j car. too. Look at it!” She pulled I back the bun of shiny, brown hair. I “Gee! it is cute. Never noticed it I before.” "I’ve lots of hidden charms! And j I’ll go to the valley with you next time, Doug. Don’t forget to ask me.” * * * Judith hurried past her sister's room, ignoring an inviting: “Come in! What did he have to say? Be a bit sociable, won’t you?” ’Nothing. I'm tired.” She went Into the darkened room, lit the candles on her dresser. She felt quiet and shaken and as though she should look as pale as death. She sat between the two lighted candles and stared at herself, turning her head sideways, noting as though it were a matter of the utmost import the really beautiful hair line. She pushed back the hair and studied her ear, small, close fitting. Abruptly teai*s filled her eyes. But she smiled. Then she covered her face. She whispered: “He knows that I love him ... I told him —I just as much as told him.” She took her hands down and clasped them. Nice hands—he thought she had nice, soft hands. Her lips moved. She found herself praying—an odd supplication: “Make me beautiful! Oh, give me something! something!" She hung up her clothes very neatly. She asked: “Did he grow red, because 1 said that?" She fell asleep. She dreamed that Douglass came over In the morning —that he said: "I see that you love me, Jude. And I love you! Didn’t you know It? Haven't you known it ail along?” (To Be Continued.)

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By Walter D. Hickman Have l>een asked to do a little book shopping for soma of the readers of tiiia department. Give us a list of some spring reading—that was what I was asked to do. And being asked, I do just that. So I will help you, if I can, In some hook shopping today. First of all I want to ask you if you have read the best seller in America. It was "born” here, meaning that it was published by Bobbs-Merrill of Indianapolis, (ft course, I am speaking of “The Private Life of Helen of Troy.” by John Erskine. Speaking just between ourselves— If you want to have a fine and- gay old mental time and not violate any of the laws of this country, then get a copy of this gay and animated book dealing with the remarks of one Helen. As you know, this Helen person was a gay thinker in a day when men wore a tunic, a shq.wl or something like that. The days when men fought for their women and not over 'em. And as there are rumors that "Helen of Troy” is going to be a p-'ay with Ethel Barrymore, I am sure that you will want to get hold of a copy -if this intellectual creation. Do top your shopping list at your favorite book shop or the public hk-o —with "Wf®. of Troy.”

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