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SANDY

THF! STORY SO FAR SANDY MeNETT, in love with life, marries BEN MURILLO, a rleh Italian, to please her impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo and frequent quarrels follow. A son dies at birth. 808 MeNEIL, Iter uncle, aids in plans for Sandy and her mother to take a trip to to Honolulu. There she meets RAMON NORTH, who saves her lifo in the surf. On the same steamer home ho declares his love. Murillo says he will never release her. JUDITH MOORE, a cousin, tells Sandy love Is everythin*. Murillo overtß-kos her as she iroes for a tryst with Ramon. She leaves his house and accepts the kindly intentions of Ramon, whose home shit shraes. She iroes homo when she learns her mother is very ill. Sandy's mother dies and Sandy iroes to live with her oousin Judith, after parting with Ramon. DOUGLAS KEITH, tho man whom Judith lovos. introduces his friend, HAL HUME to •Judith. He, himself, falls in love with Sandy, who nxinrocates his affection. This lenves U'th Heartbroken. Sandy tells Douirlas of her relatoinshin with Ramon. She receives a letter from her Uncle. Bob McNeil. GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER LXXXV The incredible happened. Bob McNeil’s letter gave Sandy a blissful hint of this: "Dear Little Kid—Have a happy Christmas. I've good news for you. It looks now as though we may soon l>e able to slip your shackles. Watch your step, child. I’ll write more as soon as I've got the case completely in hand.” Two days after Christmas came a full account from her uncle. "Keep all this quiet, Sandy. I’m going to start your suit, us I’m now certain I can win for you. I have practically complete proof against your husband. You have grounds enough now to win freedom. The girl whose name hag been coupled with his has turned against him. We’ve got him red handed. "I’m hoping to force It over quietly as you won’t want any sordid recriminations. He ought to ho glad to escape without any scandal. For your sake, I hope ho has sense enough to see this. “In any case, little kid. you're going to win. I’m set for this. Then we’ll see how to steei; your future course. I’m glad there are still plenty of the young years left for you—so many more than I had hoped. ‘‘Love from your old un, Bob.” With a starry smile on eyes and lips, Sandy folded the letter. She held It between her palms and stood there at the foot of Judith’s old rosewood bed, lost in warm, exquisite music. Now —NOW —all things hers —love—happiness—youth. Judith entered, unheard —gazed spellbound at Sandy as at some radant picture—watched the flush tint Sandy's cheeks. Sandy blinked, shy as one emerging from a happy dream. ‘T’ve just had word —I’ve just got a letter from Bob about —about myself.” “Good news, Sandy? You look nq though you’d just Inherited a million dollars.” Slowly, not meeting Judith’s gaze. “He thinks ho can get me free. He's sure of it.” Judith stood quite still, holding one pretty hand pinched in the other. “A divorce?” "Yes,” “Oh! at last.” She grew breathless. “Then —then you can marry Douglas?" • * • On tho bed were all the Christmas gifts. Each girl had stacked hers in a gay pile ... the gifts they had given and those they had received. Sandy touched the lace on a beautiful slip Judith had made for her. Almost inaudlblj*, she answered: "I'll have to wait a year—at least a whole year. ...” “Only a year! Then?” “Then, yes." Judith faced tho dresser. On one of its quaint c!do shelves was thq picture of Douglas at 21 —manfulness fighting down the boyih sweetness of mouth and smooth young forehead. How often Judith had held this picture, kneeling In spirit before the glowing Ideals shining In those aear, straight-glancing eyes. How lofty he always seemed to her —how glorious and fine. Oh, the night he had caught her hands, laughing in her face, saying with all that tender admiration: "Jude, you little nut! Jude, you're the darllngest thing on the earth!” Four years it had thrilled like a song in Judith’s heart. He loved Sandy. He wanted Sandy. She went over to the dresser and looked quietly at his Image. Suddenly she said: “Make him happy —oh Sandy, love him well." Without knowing what she was doing Judith took up the picture, hurled it under a stack Tis letters In -the lowest drawer of her desk. • * • Blood swept to Sandy’s cheeks. Tears crowded her eyes. She tried to say, “Jude —Oh, Lord Jude ” Judith smiled. She closed the drawer softly and walked from the room. “I’ve broken her heart . . .

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It’s killing her ” Sandy pulled. the threads of the lace. What a perky little ship- In its design. Who thought of that oddness? She began lifting her things from the bed. And suddenly she ran to the closet and got out her suitcase, crying bitterly. “Nothing good ever comes tb me! Nothing. I’ve walked on her . . . She’s dying of it. I'll have to leave ... I can't stay here . . She walked feverishly back and forth. She wrung her hands and askedt "What can I do—Lord—what can I do ” • • * When Judith returned an hour later Sandy was sitting on the bed, j the suitcase at her feet. No color In her white face save for the dark shadows under her haunting eyes. She looked at Judith imploringly: “I'm going away.” “Judith asked sadly: “Why?" “I can't stay here.” Then Judith smHed: “Where will you go? You can’t give up your job. Why need you do this?” Sandy hit her lips, unnerved by their trembling. She got up, and, carrying the suitcase to the door, i kept her head lowered. “I know a j place. A girl in the office told me \ °t it—a boarding- house. I’ll say I'm ! going on a visit . . . How | could I stay here? I can’t.” Then Judith went up and put her aims about Sandy and looked long in Sandy’s eyes. She said softly: “I want him to be happy, Sandy. I would let my heart be broken a thousand give him joy. If you can bring this to him, I can love you for it. I can still love you." Sandy cried. She moved her head sharply and dashed away the tears. * * * Lchr.es of her filled the room—flashes of her bright, graceful form. In the night Judith reached out | her hand, feeling along the empty j pillow at her side. Hours Judith j stared wide-eyed at the shadows wavering on the ceiling. “They’re out tonight—riding together—looking at waters... .they love each other.” Then Judith recalled them as they stood at the hydrangeas—Sandy’s fingers clasped at his necut; the sudden, glad sweep of his arms about her; their soft, happy laugh; their lips meeting. She was glad then that no one felt the stiffening of her body; that no one guessed at her nails driving through her palms. But in the morning and evening i she missed that breezy laugh. SomeI times she said: “I wish it was a year from now—l wish it was settled.” But never guessing that in this bare wish she betrayed her sad, loitering hope Not settled yet— And she couldn’t keep herself from that window in the closet. Yet the sight of him stapdlng at the sink saying joyously: “Get a move on, Em! I’m stepping high tonight, old lady!” filled her heart with pain. Once she heard his mother say as she paused, hands, wrist deep suds: “You don't see so muck of Judith? How Is she?” And he answered: "Same old darling, of course! See her every day.” But only to wave—only to throw a hasty smile. That would be all from now on— New Year’s Eve Judith was coming up the hill from the grocery in Filimore St. On New Year’s hive ■ Mrs. Moore made a huge bowl of eggnog for her family. This was a rite iln the Moore household. They had | forgotten to order the cream. Judith came up the hill, the bottles In her hands. And she saw him, dashing down* on his way to the garage* He wore his Tux and you could see the talcum and sparkle on his face. How snappy and gallant he looked! He stopped abruptly: "Oh, say, Jude— ’’ and blushed. For the last three years he and Judith had spent New Year’s eve together, "putting it on pretty," as he boasted when they joined their party of eight at the St. Francis. And for years before this the two of them had marched hilariously up and down Filimore St., childishly blowing horns — Tonight Judith was spending at home. And alone, Hal Hume had gone to Los Angeles for the holidays. She looked at the milk bottles and laughed nervously: "\Ve’re going to have plenty to drink, Doug." “Say—why can’t you come along? Go on In and dress. . . . Gee, tough, that Hal can’t be here. Come? Aw, he a sport, Jude, and come along. Gosh, it makes rne feel queer without you. We’ve loads of time. Please, will you? You know Sandy’ll love to have you.” "What’s the matter, Jude? Say, something wrong between you and Sandy? Can’t figure why she left.” Judith kept her eyes on those milk bottles. With a pang of fear she saw his hand reach over and touch hers that trembled so. She said softly: “No, there's nothing wrong between us. She j wanted to leave. We fixed the room J for her coming, didn’t we, Doug?” "You say you didn’t want her to go? Then will you come tonight? I ‘Come with us?” “I can’t. Not now.” “You're keeping something from ; me, Jude. I never saw you so pale. j Tell me, won’t you?” Judith looked up then and met j steadfastly his eyes. Hers were lighted—lighted violet stars. She i smiled clear Into his face, holding ! him with her warm, tear-filled eyes. Then she looked off at a star—-e. little emerald star. “There's nothing to tell, Doug! Not a thing to tell.” Suddenly she tucked the bottle under her arm, gave him a little gay shove. “Have a good time, ole darling!” and started with a little run up the hill. (To Bo Continued) PAROLED FOB OPERATION Governor Jackson has granted a fourteen-day parole to Herman Williams of Indianapolis, now serving a one to fourteen-year prison term j for grand larceny, in order that he may submit to a mastoid operation at the Robert W. Long Hospital. Williams was convicted In Marion Criminal Court, Nov. 6, 1924. ROAD BIDS CONSIDERED SUUe highway officials today were considering a series of bids on con- ! structlng a quarter-mile fill on State j Road 22, five miles north of Bloom- ! ington. Musselman, • Singer and j Keene of Linton offered a low bid I of $6,667.76. cost estimate was ' $11,835.60. U

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WEEKLY SUNDAY SCHOOL Iff!SSON God’s Covenant With Noah Is Told By Gilroy

The International Uniform Sunday Khool I.eMson for May 8: God’s Covenant >ilii Noun—Genesis 0:8-17. By William E. Gilroy, D. D. Editor of The Congregationallst. One of the tasks for a discriminating reader, who wishes to derive ull the moral light and spiritual help possible from the records of the past, is that of seeing the essential and permanent elements of truth as distinguished from the passing and nonessential. The Bible Is a book of marvelous teaching, hut all its teaching is not equally greaj. There are passages that most of us could repeat offhand, while It Is safe to say that other passages many people never have read. It is well to bear this general fact in mind as we study Genesis. Here, as we have Indicated in discussing the story of creation, the story of the origin of sin, and the story of the first murder, we have brought before us the very highest spiritual conceptions and moral ideals. Where Is there a nobler conception than that of personality and spirit as the foundation of all creation, or a higher teaching concerning individual and social morality than that man is his brother’s keeper? But these were glimmerings of truth that came from a far distant past. The men who had these prophetic visions Vers In some measure

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still men of their own age, subject to the limitations of their environment. The Bible, we should remember. Is a compilation that records tho wide range of religious opinion and experience among the ancient He brews. Then, as today, there were those whose spirit and outlook were chiefly prophetic, and there were those whose Bpirlt and outlook were mainly priestly. Some emphasize the forms and observances of religion, others its essential truth. We find these two attitudes manifest in the Scriptures. Take this story of Noah. Its spiritual Importance is found In something more than its tragic record of a great catastrophe. Its interest lies deeper than the story of the building of a remarkable ark by which a certain man and his family were saved. It is not Impossible that the Scripture writer availed himself of traditions far beyond his owif time. Even in the comparatively brief history of our own country there Is an early stage where tradition and legend are associated with actual event*. There Is nothing in any sense dishonoring to the Bible or weakening to its spiritual teaching In assuming that the seers of an anicent tlmf used the background of historic trtfl dittos.

SALESMAN SAM—By SWAN

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES—By MARTIN

FRECKLES AND niS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

The story of Noah Is pre-eminent-ly Important because of the conception of a covenant between God and man. It is in this distinctly moral and spiritual element that the Bible story of the flood differs radically from Babylonian traditions. The writers of Genesis were- endeavoring to account for various things. Are we to take literally or poetically the association of the rainbow with this covenant between man and God? Modern science has revealed to us the nature of the rainbow. It Is allied with the rainIt has established a valuable basis for scientific analysis. But the rainbow was for the ancient seer a link between earth and heaven. There was a beauty in It to dazzle the primitive eye. The man who did not realize the scientific explanation naturally, under the imagery of the east, made it a symbol of God’s covenant. These elements appear very directly in this whole story, which may be regarded as a record of religious teaching based upon the tradition of the flood: First, the contrast between righteousness and sin, and the clear emphasis upon the fact that sin involves punishment and ruin. Second, emphasis upon the permanent value of righteousness, and the relationship of the divine pur-

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poses to the preservation of righteousness and the righteous. Third, the merciful purpose of God. Fourth, God’s anxiety to have his children live In communion with him, avoiding sin with its consequent disaster, and finding life by following the way of right and truth. JUDGMENT UPHELD The State Supreme Court has sustained the Judgment,of Marion Criminal Court sentencing Katherine Fullen of Indianapolis to one to five years in the Indiana woman’s prison for alleged transporting of liquor. A SIOO fine was added when she was convicted in the lower court In 1924.

Lay Away Your Hook, Line Friday was the close of the open season for fishing for bass and blue gills, it was pointed out today- by George Mannfeld, State superintendent of fish and game. The open season begins again on June 16. The law will be rigidly enforced ! against violators of the closed season, Mannfeld said.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

MR. FIXIT Citizen Wants Different Perfume on Lot,

I.t Mr. Flxlt present your cose to city officials. He la The Times representative at the city hall. Write him at The Times. Perfumes wafted from a vacant lot at Georgia and Sts., are not those of the Riviera, it. would appear from a letter Mr. Flxlt received today. DEAR MR. FIXIT: Would you please have the board of health send someone with authority to investigate the vacant lot at Pino St. and Georgia St., along the Cincinnattl division of the Big Fbur Railroad. Very Insanitary. Heap much, big plenty! Tours for differdnt perfume. J. ROBERT ANDRESS, 908 E. Georgia St. Inspectors will visit the spot before you read this. The street superintendent’s department Is investigating the following complaints: Times Reader, first alley east of Shelby St., south from Bradbury St.; Taxpayer, culvert at Perkfns and Minnesota Sts.; Times Reader, alley south of 117 Bradley SL and stopped up sewer; E. J. Berry, Annetta and Eugene Sts.

MAY 1, 1926

YOUNGSTERS SEE CIRCUS Indianapolis youngsters today discussed the Circus, the first performance of tha year, which showed Friday night at the new circus ground, W. Eightee/ntli St. and Belt Railroad. A large crowd attended the three-ring attraction.

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