Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 10, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 May 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

THK NTOKY SO 1 Alt S.ODY McNKII. in love with life, marries URN MURILLO. a rieh Italian, lo please In r impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo ami frequent quarrels lollow. A son dies at birth. 808 M<*NKIL. her uncle, aids in plans for Sandy and her mother to take a trip to Honolulu. There she meets KAMON WORTH, who declares his love. Miirilln say* he will never release her. .1T T)iTK MOOIIR. a cousin, (ells Sandy hire U everything. Samir leaves Murillo end accepts the kindly attentions of Kamon wlrose hnnie she shares. When tier mother dies she leaves Kamon and -oca to live with her cousin. Judith. DOUGLAS K KITH, the man whom .lidith loves, introduce;* his friend. HAL HUME. a doctor, to Judith. He himself. falls lu love witli Sandv, who reciprocates his affection. Tins leaves Judith heartbroken. Sandv meets Rn'im Worth, who has returned from the Orient, and she tills Doiurlas of liis return. Tliev plan to run away together. The day before. Sandy iroi.s to Kamon s office at his prifent request. He shoots Sandv and commits suicide. Sandy is t'lkrn to Mai Hume’s shack when it is learned that her name is connected witli the scandal. Then Douglas is called before detectives, who learn that he was i.i Ramon's office on the day of the suicide. They urge him to tel. his story, hut he refuses to admit that he was connected with the crime in any *r, lie finds that ins mother has ad hutted lie was not at home on the night of the shooting. CHAPTER CIV. Emma came with a little rush up the front steps. She dropped her key; tried several times to insert it in the lock. Site said with short, sobbing breaths: “Dear me —dear me—" and when Douglas opened the door site glanced at him in surprise. She was unable to speak, with those queer, small movements going about her mouth. She dashed her hands to her face, heart-breaking sounds humming at her shut lips. Sounds more terrible than Sandy’s moaning. Do flung an arm about her: “Aw, don’t do that, Em! What are you crying about?’’ She pressed against hint, her head cringing—pressed as though she would annihilate herself. He tried to see her. He said imploringly: “Say, Em —aw, listen, Em. Gee, Ala!” This was frightful—that his mother had to know. That he had to stand here and see her with her poor little hands driven against her face: that he hadn't one word of comfort. "You won't look at me, Km? Do you think I did it? Think I had anything to do with it?” , “Oo—no—no—no— ’’ * * * "Then look at me, Em, for I want to tell you something. I never met this fellow. I don’t know how lie died. I wasn't in his office when those shots were fired. I bad nothing on earth to do with it. No matter what they tell you, Em, this is the truth. Ho I’ll got out > ? it. Em, think you can buck up and make it easier all around? Make it a lot easier to know you're sure—' .'•lire about me. And that you can stand it—that you won’t cry over It, ...” ;*•,■ Emma Keith raised her head. Tears swam, round and full ii her eyes. But they were proud, beaming eyes. She wanted him to kiss her—kiss her thin, twitching lips—ease the fearful shock that had come to her. She followed him with a desperate eagerness to the kitchen. She held the cups while he poured coffee lip had made. Her eyes dwelt on him —they embraced him. And she spoke In an awed way as though some tinforseen tragedy of the elements had overtaken them — an - earthquake rooking the house from under them —a tidal wave sweeping in. A thing inconceivable and appalling—a thing no one could understand, descending upon them like the wrath of a primitive God. 'But you're sure you'll get out of it, Douglas? They do terrible things. I'vp read of terrible things.” "No't in this day and age, Em. Sure I’ll get out of it. They want to find out why that fellow wrote my name on his blotter. They think I know and won’t tell them. So they're likely to keep at me, Em —■ many keep at me for a week or so. "Ilow did you come to tell them I was out Monday night?” * * * She looked at him in stupefied alarm. "Why, I only told them after you sent word that I must tell the whole truth. They brought me your message that you'd decided it was better to tell everying ns long as you had nothing to conceal.” 'Oh, they brought you a message from me?” “Why, yes. Are you sorry I told it? Will it make it worse, Douglas? Do you thing now that you shouldn't have them?" “No —no! .lust wondered if they brought my message to you, Em. That's all." But she was shaking from head to foot. Pont- little Em! If she guessed what she had done—telling them he was out the whole of Monday night; telling them he'd been at the office working. And all the office staff knew he’d not been there. He got up and carried the dishes to the sink. He thought oppressively: "I wonder if I'll be doing this tomorrow. Wonder if they’ve really got much on me—” The cup dropped from his hand. A ringing—the front door bell ringing. “Walt, Em! Wait! "Want to tell you something. I may have to go down there again.” He was blanched to the lips. "Em, if I do and they make you come —if they put you through all this again, remember this;. I won’t send you another mesKeep your skin free from embarrassing eruptions—use Resinol Every business girl should realize the importance cf a clear, healthy skin, and it is so easy to have it if Resinol Oint* ment is applied to the first bit of eruption. Don’t waste time trying to hide blackheads, blotches, redness, etc., — let this soothing, healing ointment clear away such blemishes. Your druggist sells KeslnoL

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sage. That is final. I sent one, but T”1 not send another, because they'd bo likely to lie about it —play one of us against the other. Ktfj, dar- ■ ling—for the love of God, don’t tell them the name of any girl or any fellow I know. If they take you down there again, Em, don’t answer. Just cry, but don’t open your lips." She looked at him pitifully: tapped her finger against her mouth, unable to draw forth a word, motioning him not to answer the summons. * * * The same officers who had called Saturday morning. "Will you come with us, Mr. Keith? Better tiring a suitcase. May want to hold you for a few days.” "A suitcase?” "Yes—bring a few clothes along.” Then he walked down the hall and the tall man followed. He had j a half crazed feeling that he was no longer himself. He was some unreal. fantastic being who moved about disjointedly, no longer power in him to think clearly: no longer capacity in him to feel. He inhaled noisily. He thought: "Ye gods! Is this happening? Is this real? Is this I?” And it seemed another life that he had entered —a grotesque, unearthly life where he was whisked about, the prey of demented spirits. When the officer stood at the end j of his bed and watched as he llung shirts and Handkerchiefs from his chiffonier he had a furious impulse to turn upon him with an angry: ! "Get tile hell out. of hero!” Or to fold his arms stubbornly !, nd say: "I'm not going with you! What have I to do with this!” Then-he thought of Sandy. How i white and lovely she looked when I he leaned over her to whisper: “Sandy, dear—oh. dear Sandy. I’m going to shield you from the whole world. I'd Jike to be running away with you. That’s the way T think of you. Thyt's the way I love you. j I want to take care of you—such care of you.” * * * Softness of her hands on his—oh the look In her eyes when he whispered this and the way she said: “Now? Do you love mo now, Douglas?" and wop: because he loved her. Tears stung under his lids. How , ghastly that this had come to her and to him! How utterlv undreamed 1 of— Ho wondered what Judith would tell her. And he kept repeating to himself: “I've got to go with tnem.” i And he had a vision of himself walk- ' ing down the block with the oificers and till the neighbors staring it Em when they read of it in the papers. With his back turned he said: ! "I'll tell my mother I’m just going to be questioned and may have to stay all night.” But Emma came quietly to the door. She said: "Lot me pack your things.” She smiled at him. She said, frightened: “It will come out all right. The good God will see to it.” her thin, hard little hands clutching on his—- “ Oh. sure it will. Em! I had nothing to do with it% Don’t lot them scare you, Em darling. It's just a freak madness that they’ve, dragged me into it. Good by, Em. And remember what I told you. Don’t for- ! get that!” She was little and came Just to his shoulder. He kissed her. He said joking: “You’ll have to do the dishes alone, Em."’ * . . They tried to break him He looked at them with set. desperate young eyes, refusing to talk, but all the while thinking with it violent agitation: “I won't give in. j They'll never get me. if I don’t say ! anything they can't trick me.’’ He was afrjiid to open his lips—afraid they might by some cruel I wizardry draw tho name of Sandy i from his heart. At 9 o'clock Meager said, "Let's go for a walk." Three of them went out together. They walked down Kearny street. Ho knew where they were taking him—forcing him to walk between them. They stood at the corner of Third and Market streets. The man in the cigar store leaned over the counter and steadfastly surveyed them. Meager #ald, “Was it windy last Monday night, Mr. Keith?” No answer. They marched hint back and forth, as though awaiting someone's approach. Suddenly they went into the buildi ,n “'- They look the elevator to Kenton Worth's office. Meager shook the knob. \ i jardtress passed, shuffling stealthily. "She saw you here last Monday ! night, Mr. Keith.” They pushed him into the room, pointed to the spot where Sandy had fallen. They re-enacted the scene. They asked him who had fired the bullet found imbedded in the wall; asked him if he remembered that window above Ramon's desk and if he'd noticed the shade up or down. They kept him ttfere fantil It o’clock. Then they made him walk down those miles of steps. He could have sent his fists smashing against the two of them. * * * "You’ll have a chance to think it over, Keith," Meager said sneeringly. “A nice, soft bed to think it over on.” They took him into the eagelike elevator in the Hall of Justice. ..Down a. narrow stone corridor—iron walls of cells. A metal door opening. A cot like a slab against the wall. The door closed on him. He had a notion to go up and pound on it madly—kick against it. He wondered what hum had slept in this cot last night and the night before. 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