Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 1, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 May 1926 — Page 10

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THE STORY SO FAR SANDY MbNEIL, in love with life, marries BEN MURILLO, a rich Italian, to please her impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo and frequent quarem follow. A son dies at birth. 808 Me NEIL, her uncle, aids in plans for Sandy and her mother to take a trip to Honolulu. There she meets RAMON WORTH, who saves her life hi the surf. On tho same steamer home he declares hts lore. Murillo says he will never release her. JUDITH MOORE, a cousin, tells Sandy lovo Is everythin*!;. Murillo overtakes her as she irocs for a tryst with Ramon, whose home she shares. When her mother dies, she leaves Ramon and goes to live with her cousin, Judith. DOUGLAS KEITH, tho man whom Judith loves, introduces his friend. HAL HUME, to Judith. He. himself, falls in love with Sand.v, who reciprocates his affection, This leaves Judith I mart broken. Sandy determines to leave Judith. Then -he meets Ramon Worth, who has re turned from the Orient, and 6he tolls Douglas of Ms return. They plan to run away together, although Judith pleads with Douglas not to do this. Ramon Worth shoots Sandy and kills himself. Douglas takes her to Hal Hume's apartment. GO ON WITH THE STORY’ CHAPTER XCV She lay heavily In his arms, her pale, cold face and the bright hair falling back against his shoulder. He steadied himself along the wall, half muttering and sobbing—stuned by this appalling misfortune. Sandy, Inert and death-Uke In his arms; Ramon’s lifeless body; blood on the floor— In a few stark hours all their lives altered— What pitiless fate had driven her to this? A few hours ago she stood before him, her white face radiant with love. She had como up and put those dear, appealing hands in his—needing him —wanting him—worshiping him. Touching all his veins with tenderness and fire so that he longed with young, flaming passion to go put and fight for her; protect her; carry her off; make her boundlessly glad— He staggered. He said to Hal Hume's astonished query: "Sandy— Hal—l'm taking her away—look at her first—" •• • \ They laid her on the bed. Her eyes opened widely with dulled, dilated ouplls that slowly responded when their forms bent over her. Now nnd then her hand made a quick, gesture—-she whimpered: "Don't—Ramon —oh—God!" * * * The bullet pierced the chest wall, driving out through the back in a direct line with tho point of entrance. Powder marked her skin. Douglas, seeing the ljlrfbd stains, turned his head. He followed Hume, caught hts arrn, gulped: "Not going to die, Hal?" Hume, his face pale as Sandy's: "I hope not, I don't think she'll die, Doug. But you can't drive her anywhero tonight.” “I've got to. I thought you'd let me have the hunting shack." "You can’t move her tonight—perhaps not for a week." “They may trace her here? She'd rather die than have that! I can’t let that happen to her. Hal—you can see. Can’t you see?” His lips moved helplessly—he snapped his teeth against them. “I’ll not risk that!” "It’s risked already. Someone must have seen you carrying her out. They may have seen her go

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into that office and you arriving later. Tomorrow the body will be found. These things get out. I should report this —I've got to report it. If any one saw Sandy go there and then you, and now they find him dead—" Douglas put out his hands, doubling the fist3 against the wall. "I'd do It for you, Hal. No one saw me. No one saw us' It was late. Not a soul. He's just come back from China—not a soul who'll ever connect Sandy with this....l ask you. Hal—" "You’re making an awful mistake —we're making an awful mistake." Then Hal Hume turned abruptly, a flood of scarlet on his fine, open face. "In the morning you better get Judith. You'll need Judith to nurse her." • • • Douglas sat at her bed, one band covering bis face. Five o’clock in the morning—tho hour they had planned tc- start. God, what a thing to happen! t A feAv more hours and the janitor would probably ’be opening the office door—come upon Radon's body. A picture of the lean, brown face with a line of agony about its halfopen mouth came to his mind. Ho remembered kicking the pistol a little when he knelt to feel Ramon's pulse. But burned in his mind was the red stain of blood —the little pool of blood in the corner. A sudden, sickening terror sAA’ept over him. They would see that pool of blood clear across the room from Ramon. The blood had not como from him. Ho remembered distinctly there was no blood visible on Ramon's shirt. They would know someone else had been In that room. And If someone had seen Sandy going In there? He was chilled and nauseated with horror. Why hadn't he wiped up that blood? Why hadn't he straightened a chair that was pushed half against the wall? Mechanically he looked at his watch. Suppose he went down there now? lie had an insane desire to rush back there, scrub the floor make sure that no drops of blood would show where she had crept. He told himself desperately: "They'll never trace her. Who’d know it was she —who'd connect her with him?" Ah, why had she gone? What terrible nnd futile pity had driven her? He had threatened? He had come hounding her? He leaned down and stared at the pillow. Her face half turned. He touched her hair, smoothed it from her forehead. She smiled up at him. She said In a quiet way that frightened him: "l feel nothing. I have no pain." She now recalled with a fast beating excitement the encounter of the night. Blanched, imploring desperation of Ramon’s face; muzzle of the pistol pressed .against her chest; shock and roar of engines crashing down on her. And she remembered her own voice moaning as she crept along the floor. Ramon had left her—fired a shot and vanished. Pictures flashed through her mind quickly a hectic confusion. Why was she not dead? The echo of a muffled cry sobbed in her ears; “Sandy—God—l’ve killed you.” Killed her and ran away. But she hadn't died. Because Douglas had come! The blur of his face stooping over hers mumble of his voice; pressure of his strong, tender arms bearing her through daraness —through a tunnel. She had a bewildered image of Ramon pursuing them, plunging after them, head down, a pistol gleaming in his hands. She said excitedly; "Hurry. Douglas. Where did he go? Did you see him go? Hide —he wants to kill me—” Her hand fluttered along the ooa’ers. He pressed it between his.

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