Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 315, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 May 1926 — Page 10

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SANDY McNF.IL, ill love with life, mamea BF.N M U RiLLO, a rich Italian, to please her Impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo and frequent quarrels follow. A son dies at birth. 808 MeNEIL, her uncle, aid in plans for Sandy and her mother to take a trip to Honolulu. There she meets RAMON WORTH, who saves her Ufo In tho surf. On the same steamer home he declares Ills love. Murillo says he will never release her. JUDITH MOORE, a cousin, tells Sandy love Is everything;. Murillo overtakes her us she irocs for a tryst with Ramon, she leaves his house and accepts the kindly attentions of Ramon, whose homo she share',. When her mother dies sho leaves Ramon and iroes 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 undo that he is arranirimr for her divorce. Complications en--ue and she is called to her uncle s oflibe. She, realises then that it will 1)0 impossible for her to trot her freedom. When leaving the office she comes face to face with Murillo, who repeats his offer of a IriiiV' and seeurlyt. He insults Ivr and Rot* McNeil attacks him. UOavtkr ucxxvm W A <h tho suddenness of a lightjig flash. Bob McNeil leaped. The fwo men whirled across tho room. Queer, throttled sounds answered with a low, cursing fury. Murillo’s head hanged against the wall. Slowly. terribly, Boh McNeil’s fingers lightened until the veins in Murillo's forehead stool out in blue cords. Sandy's eyes shut with horror, eeing that bulging, lmpurpled fact. She ran to her uncle, "Bob! Don't! Cod—lot go!’’ Mo gave her a sharp, inquiring iooit. Quietly the furious clasp loosened. Murillo's mouth hung open with a long, sobbing gasp. Tears that he tried to blink away coursed down his cheeks. Before he could raise the doubled lists, McNeil shoved him to the door, pulled it open, caught the limp form by the shoulders and sent it sprawling to the street. "Call again when you want some more!" * * * Livid and muttering, Murillo scrambled to his feet, lie glanced v, ifly up an l down tho bl6ek: made spring for his car. Face distorted, ieeth bared, he stuck out his head: "Murderer! You'll pay for this!” McNeil laughed and banged the door. He swept one hand over the other os though to rid them of dirt. "T should have done this long ago." Sandy, her back turned, took that letier of Ramon's, folded it slowly '-blanched and without thought .is though her heart had ceased to beat. Was Drugged By Constipation Poisons Mr. Victor Stein, New York City writes—"l never realized why 1 went around with a doped, dizzy feeling most of the time. My head would swim and hurt, my stomach easily became upset and food had no appeal. My whole body felt wrong. All this must have been duo to the poisons of constipation getting into iny system, for after taking your wonderful Carter's Little Liver Pills these troubles have disappeared." Carter’s Little Liver Pills move the bowels in a gentle manner. Druggists, 25 & 75c red package.—Advertisement. Mrs. Cole Was Afraid To Sleep For over a, year Mrs. Cole was afraid to to sleep because pas from the stomaeh roj eep-d around her Ik art. Now she takes Adlenka once a week and has not been bothered since. Adlcrika rives the system a REAL cleansing: and brings out old metabolic poisons which may have* caused trfthblo for •i long- time. Jut ONE spoonful relieves GAS and takes away that full, bloated leelinr so that you can sleep at night without rolling 1 from side to side. Even if your bowels move every day. Adlcrika removes muoh additional poisonous matter which you never thought was in your system, and which caused sour stomach, nervousness. sleet -ssness. headache, etc. 'Don't wait any lonrer. but let Adlcrika rive your stomach and bowa Is QUICK relief. At leading drmrirlsts. Sold in Indianapolis by the Hook Drug Cos. and other leading druggists.—Advertisement.

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"1 guess I’ll go, Bob. I might as well go now.” She raised her eyes, brought a trembling smile to her lips. "It’s too bad I had to spoil your case. Isn’t it?” "Poor little kid! It’s a damn shame.” lie held Sandy’s elbows: “There, you’ll be all right. Maybe we can get you out of it yet. I’ll drop around tonight. Talk it over with you. Waist me to drive you home?” She shook hot head; in a frenzy to be alone, suddenly overborne with the wish to cry; to cast herself on the ground and bea,t maddeningly with her fists. “It’s all over—all over —” she found herself whimpering as she hurried past familiar stores; as sho bowed dizzily to old Mrs. standing in the doorway. “I better stop crying! Oh Lord, Lord —” * * * A bright January sun made the waters dazzle; made the island loom dark' and clear across the channel. Sandy walked slowly along the pier. . At the far end she sat down, letting her feet dangle. How easy to slide to the edge, plunge downward. “I might as well. AVliy don’t I? 1 wonder why I don’t!” She had Ramon’s loiter in her hand. Like a living and piWs**is thing— like himself as he stood that night in the rain folding her to him, water from his white, despairing face falling on hers. He said she was burned in him burned into the fiber Os ftis being. He was gone yet these words of his remained. She stooped down, slow burning tears dropped into the water. With a crucifying sharpness she saw herself stepping lightly along tho beach in Honolulu; tho night drenched with stars; her heart thrilled with a gay expectance hearing Ramon’s voice at her shoulder. How queenlike and arrogant when she turned to him with a taunting. ”[ like being loved! I wish to be adored!" How careless and blithely it started! She cringed under tho scourge of her memory. Her whole life was a blunder — every day of it! Ts she had only j been brave for one single hoyr! If she had only once courageously ! measured up. Then she would never 1 have married Murillo; she would never have brought a child so -unhappily to the world; never have turned with such pathetic desperation to Ramon—- “ Stop,” she now whispered softly. \ "You might as well stop this!” She pressed her hands over her Tice, shutting out the image of Douglas. "I don’t deserve him,’ she told herself coldly. “He’ll be happier a thousand times with Judith.” For a brief, wild moment she wished that. Ramon were near. Then she would go to him and givo herself up. She deserved to be punished: deserved /to be sacrificed. It would serve her right! She took out her vanity case, carefully wiped away tears. They gathered quickly. “Don’t cry for yourself,” she said smiling, and she had a sudden revealing intuition that she must go away—she must go away quietly—return to the city* say to Douglas, "It can’t be; don’t grieve for me,” and very simply raise her face upward, smile and kiss him .as though no heart could break. Y'es, she would do this. She reached the old back gate. The grapevines* had a wintry, dismantled look. The old white cat came purring against Sandy's shoe. She lifted it, buried her face in the soft fur. She said numbly, “Goodby, cat —goodby, old cat.” She walked a few steps—halted. Give Douglas up? She must give Douglas up. She began to tremble. She steadied herself against the fence, whispering bewilderingly, “Why, I can’t do this! Lord —I can’t!” Her heart beat dizzily. As though she were half blind, she went stumbling to the kitchen. It was late. Angus and Alice were sitting at the table. Her father’s fhee had a set, ironed out look. He got up stiffly, moved his chair. When she was seated she found the large green eyes blazing at hers. “Have you deciddeed to drop your suit? I had a visit from your husband an hour ago. It would be the price of you if your uncle —my only brother—became a murderer! The price of you!” That night Bob McNeil called. He put his arm about Sandy’s shoulder.

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An<l she recalled with a stabbing pain that he had done tills once before —that night he warned her against marrying Murillo. She said faintly. ‘You’re awfully good to me, Bob. Why aren’t you angry? Why aren’t you disgusted?” “Poor, game little kid! I wish I could help you.” "No. Well, I guess you can’t." "We can do nothing with the beast. He has other letters —” “It doesn't matter—” “Oh, don’t give up, Sandy. Something mav happen. You’re only 23—” * • • Sandy locked the door (ft her room. Alice tapped. Alice whispered: “Open it!'’ She answered distractedly: “I can’t. Oh, Ally, please—” * * * Douglas was at the depot to meet her. She met his eyes once and turnefT hers away. “Gee—bad as that, Sandy?" She followed him mutely to the car. “Worse than that—” They drove along Market street; throngs crowded at the movie houses: machines honkedp a harrying pedestrian dashed an inch from their wheels. But all this seemed ghostly and unreal to her. They stopped at the Marina. A wnid whipped across the straits—bleak and forbidding—no longer* beauty on the earth— * At last Douglas said: "Couldn’t you deny it, Sandy?"

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“No.” A soft, bitter laugh. “He has too much on me. I don't know how much. We better fafce It.” She sank against his shoulder, letting her chid hand touch on his face: “You’ll he better off without me—much better off.” A dark, pained flush stole to the young forehead—a half guilty flush: "Don't say that, Sandy! We’re young enough—we can wait —” "No, I’m not going to 'wait! I’ve done all the harm I mean to do—” Suddenly both hands caught his face, pulled it near to hers. "I should have waited for you! Lord, I love you! I love you—l want you. This Is the last time —Oh, Douglas, the last time —” His arms sweeping about her; his mouth laughing on hers: “The las*, time till the next time. Talk like this! And talk of going—Sandy— Sandy—” Her eyes closed with anguish and Joy feelhig the young light of his. “But we must —we must,” she said uneasily an hour later when they stood at the door. “And we won’t!” he whispered. "We won’t!" • • * She dropped on her knees at her bed. She prayed. She packed her suitcase, telling herself that she was going away. She prayed: “God give me strength—oh, God, strengthen me.” And the next night she thought: “I’ll go tomorrow —” and then: “I’ll go as soon as I get my salary—where am I going?—l wonder where—” And time they drovte to-

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gether tne stored up his words, his looks; that laugh of hip; that glad sweep of his arms. “I want it to remember —" and she kissed hds eyes. She sat with her cheek pressed on his Sometimes he felt her tears. Then he said: “You, Sandy! Id that all the heart you’ve got! Come—he can't live forever—who knows? He may drop dead tomorrow*!” She answered this, smiling. He didn’t know she wus going—soon—very soon—she wouldn’t tell him—go without any further farewell—that would bo the way At the end of the week ’fche had her salary. That night she held him at the door. She twined her hands in his. He said: “I love your little hands.” “I love all of your—good-by Doug-las—good-by ’ ’ She stood at the door until he was in the car—she waved to him—she was going in the morning. The next morning—a Sunday—she came down the steps of the boarding house. A tall, graceful form swung across the street—hat doffed to her. She stared In a shock. She recoiled, trying vainly to smile. “I’m mad—l’ve lost my mind! That’s all—l’m seeing things!" His hand reached out for her's. Ftamon’s voice: "Sandy—Sandy darling!” (To Be Continued.)

TO TALK AUTO SERVICE Hoosier State Association Men Will Have Convention Thursday. Problems of the garage •man yill be discussed at the Claypool Thursday at a convention of Hoosier State Association official service station operators. Motion pictures and a banquet and entertainment program will be other features of the meeting. _.P. E. Chamberlain, known in automotive circles, will discuss garage and service station service, and Dan V. Goodman, Marmon Motor Car Company advertising manager, will talk on local advertising. SPEAKERS ANNOUNCED Two Will Address Society for Steel Treating Meeting. Speakers at a meeting of the Indianapolis chapter, American Society for Steel Treating, in the Y. M. C. A. auditorium Monday night, will be T. H. Wickenden, metallurgist of the International Nickel Company, New York and Dick Miller, City Trust Company president, C. H. Beach, chapter secretary announced today. Miller will discuss “Industrial Tendencies” and Wickenden “Automotive Design and Automotive Steels.” A dinner will precede the meeting.

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