Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 314, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 May 1926 — Page 10

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SANDY

THU STORY SO FAR I SANDY McNEIL. In love with life, ■marries BEN MURILLO. a rich Italian, ■lo please her impoverished family. Tywaranny by Murillo and frequent quarrels ■follow. A son dies at birth. 808 Me (■NEIL, her uncle, aids in plans for Sandy Hand her mother to take a trip to HonoKulu. There she meets RAMON WORTH, ■who Haves her life in the surf. On the ■same steamer home lie declares his love. ■Murillo says he will never release her. ■JUDITH MOORE, a cousin, tells Sandy ■love is everythin?. Murillo overtakes ■her as she (foes for a tryst with Ramon. ■She leaves his house and accepts the ■kindly attentions of Ramon, whose home ■ she shares. When her mother dies she ■ leaves Ramon and coca to live with her ■cousin. Judith. DOUGLAS KEITH, the ■ man whom Judith loves, introduces his ■ friend, HAL HUME, to Judith. He. ■ himself, falls in'love with Sandy, who ■ reciprocates his affection. This leaves ■ Judith heartbroken. Sandy receives ■ word from her uncle that he is ar- ■ ran inn? for her divorce. Complications ■ ensue and she is called to her uncle's ■ oflicc. W GO ON WITH THE STORY [J CHAPTER LiXXXVII. I The letter Bob McNeil handed her vas a typewritten copy of a letter Tom Ramon —written last December >efore that final farewefi of theirs -a wild, distracted letter. “You are sending me away. Y'ou ire glad to have me go. And you nean this parting to be definite and ’onclusive, without one spark of lope for our love. “Quietly and coldly you dismiss tie. Y'ou say I shall be better free if you. So lam to go. lam to let •ou pass from my life. J. am to do his gracefully, as though my love ■aero but a roso worn on ray coat. |: am to take it off, grateful for the ■fragrance of yesterday. / I “Sandy, do you know what you are lloing? Do you guess what you have msked- Let you go? Easier far to lot life go. • * • I “Free of you! I can never be ■free. Your hands have reached to ■ny Inmost spirit. They told mo. ■They wjll hold mo always. Yet you Bisk that I wave a gallant goodby as ■though you were not joined irrevoclibly to me. I “God! Sandy, can you think of that night when you ran to me tn the rain; when your dear, loved hands reached out; your sweet, dear voice called. Y'ou called me back — a stfiig riding in the wind —a music thrilling through the storm. The wind is melody since then. Y’ou called me to you; to what heights of a joy now maddening to the memory; 'to boundless, undreamed-of gladness . . . your love, Sandy! “All of It mine. Mine for hours and days and months —nearly a year. • “And now you want It ended. “Ended. I say this frightful word. My mind Is black. lam afraid —not for myself, but for the harm I may do to you—you, loved and lost. “I sit here fighting to control myself—to do nothing that can lay a wound on your heart. “But I am unable to think, because flames leap In me—the white deadly flame of insanity and despair. “Y'otf tell me to go. Do you know you are telling me to die? I don’t mind. In a few moments it would be over. .1 will die. I plan this, “And then returns the image of you, the face of you. I see you that midnight when we stood against the cypress tree. Y’ou called it a lone, poetic tree. The moon made lighted figures that flashed across the waves. “\Ye watched and then you looked at me. I see your pale, wondrous face and tho smile of it as I kissed you. Y'ou said: “This is beauty; this Is sweeter and finer than anything I’ve ever known.’ “Pan I get free of this? Can I pu* this Imago from me? “Can you? Sandy, can you forget all this? ‘Much easier to tear my heart out bodily, tear out all the nerves of my body, than to take from my,spirit the thought of you. Y'ou are burned in me. Life cannot release the one or the other of us. I hold you burned in the very fiber -of my being. Y'ou are there. If I go—ls I die, then you must also die. We are one! "Sandy, you know it. YV'hat you pave was love. Y'ou don’t want to take it hack. And you can’t! Y'ou are sending me away because you think it better—better for both of us. You think of me first and yourself second. Y'ou say my life is marred because of you. Let it be

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marred. Let it be ten thousand times marred. “I’ll go away. I’ll wait through long, bitter years. Only let me hope. Time cannot be long that holds tho thought—the mad, sweet, joyous thought of your returning. “Let me see you once again. An hour—a moment. One word of hope, j Tomorrow I will come—for that one | brief instant that shall tell me to go trusting in you—tell me to go holding our love the sacred dream of j a better and not too distant day. To- j morrow at 7 . “I’ll wait. If It is 8 or 9 or 12 or 1. ! - . . Oh, my dearest ” Sandy leaned against the desk. White-hot mists circled about her. She had to breathe their heavy, overpowering heat. YY'ith her face averted she asked In a distant, unnatural voice: “Where did this letter come from? I never saw this letter before.” And she was conscious of her uncle coming to her, saying a thing she | only vaguely heard—“ His attorney gave it to me. Did you read that ! message across the ttip, the part j typed in red?” In reel, across the top of the let- \ .ter, was a note: | “This is a sample of the evidence j we shall produce should your client, | Mrs. Murillo, care to press her suit I for divorce. We have ample proof j that this and our other evidence is j genuine. Do you doubt your client J will see tho folly of her action? j Should she Insist on the proceedings, j wo shall unhesitatingly lay all cards on the table.’’ All cards on the table! She strug- | B’led to free her mind from the heat J , and the faintness. This letter of lia- j j mon’s—when had he written it? How ] did Murillo get hold of it? Lord j | how! And suddenly she remembered. | I Saw him standing before the hat- j rack that morning after she had written the letter of dismissal; after j she had received the emerald. Murillo had stood at the hatrack i in the old home, shuffling the letters j brought in the mail. How she had j flashed down the stairs and snatched ! them from him —his slow, disdain j ful smile —his malicious: “Ah, you have things to conceal, my dear?’’ Already he had pocketed this let- : ter, ho had slyly removed it from j j the stack * * * So he knew —he knew. Not a ; detail escaped him. And now, sickeningly, she'recalled | that Ramon had talked of this letter when he came on that wild night of wind and rain; when he stopped her as she came from the 1 movie with May Arliss. Ah, Ramon had waited at the pier ! the previous evening. He had waited ' till l o’clock— She took the letter and twisted it ) slowly. She twisted it as though it I were a living thing and she were killing it.... Unknowingly, bitter, moaning I sounds moved on her lips. Then she put out her hand. It was caught in that of her uncle. I . Gently he took the letter from her, smoothed it out. In the quietest i voice she had ever heard ho asked: “Is it true, Sandy? It’s true, kid?” She looked at him. distracted. .She | said swiftly In a broken voice: “Oh, j yes. Why, yes, Bob—it’s true." "It’s not signed.” "No, it isn't signed. He didn't | sign it.” She began to laugh. “Oh, j he never signed letters." “Y'ou might try denying it.” She pressed her palms against her throat as though she wished to strange her life out. "He says ho has other evidence. Ah—maybe he followed us. One right I was sure someone followed us-’’ She now smiled. She reached for her purse. She said: “I guess I’ll go, Bob. I think I’ll go. It’s close in here —it's awfully close.” The door was pushed open. Some j one that she only half recognized i | in that first moment entered—j She gave a cry and recoiled, see- | ing those black, arching brows hearing that soft, insinuating voice:

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“And will you press your suit, my dear 7“ Bob McNeil sprang between Sandy and her husband. Murillo advanced slowly. He smiled. "Perhaps you will now consider the proposition I made you some time ago, my dear? “I repeat It. I am willing to overlook these little peccadillos of yours. I did It once before....He laughed mockingly "Ah that innocent night In the cabin! I’ll now—” A blur—a plunge, the scuffling of feet—out shot Bob McNeil’s two arms. The hands clenched on Murillo’s throat. (To Be Continued.) STRUCK BY CAR Mrs. Dora Everson, 59, of New Palestine, Ind., is In Methodist Hospital today suffering from injuries sustained Monday night when struck by an automobile near her home. She received a broken nose, fractured ribs and possible internal injuries. of the driver was not learned. * federation elects Miss Emily McAdams, a teacher ! at School 14, was re-elected president ! oj, the Federation of Indianapolis Public School Teachers. Other officers: Mrs. Adelia Brier, School 66, recording secretary; Miss Rby Lee, principal School 36; Simon T. Roache of Shortridge High School, and Miss Lillian Bohnstadt, School 45, executive board.

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