Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 13, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 May 1926 — Page 8

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SANDY

SANDY McNEIL. in love with life, marries BEN MURILLO, t rich Italian, to please her impoverished family. Tyranny by Murillo and frequent quarrels follow. A son dies at birth. 808 McNEIL. her uncle, aids in plans for Sandy an her mother to take a trip to Honolulu. There she meets Ramon Worth, who declare* his love. Murillo says he will never release her. JUDITH MOORE, a cousin, tells Sandy love is everything. Sandy leaves Murillo and accepts the kindly attentions of Ramon, whose home she shares. When her mother dies she leaves Ramon and goes to live with her cousin. Judith. DOUGLAS KEITH, the man whom Judith loves, introduces his friend. HAL HIJME. a doctor. to Judith. He himself, falls in love with Sandy, who reciprocates his affection, This leaves Judith heart-broken. Sandy meets Ramon Worth, who a is returned from the Orient, and she tells Douglas of his return. They plan to run away together. The day before. Sandy goes to Ramon's office at his urgent request. He shoots Sandv and commits suicide. Sandy is taken to Hal Hume's shack when it is learned that her name is eoneeted with the scandal. Then Douglas is called before detectives, who learn that he was at Ramon's office on the dgv of the suicide. Although Douglas denies any part in the shooting, he is taken to jail and indicted for murder. When Judith learns of this she goes to the Hall of Justii-e prepared to tell what she knows of the affair and thus vindicate Douglas. CHAPTER CVII Judith feared she might be watched nd her coming lead to Sandy’s arest. So she was nervous and her oice inaudible. Three times she had to repeat: I’m his cousin, Jane Keith.” “He’s in oourt uaiv„ Miss Keith, ut likely to be in any moment for he noon recess. You better come ack at 1. The men are locked up ow and until 1.” “Very well,” said Judith, shaking. Would you mind telling me where he county jail is?” . “This is the ecounty jail, right ere. Miss.” “This place!” “Yes, this place.” “And he stays here? Oh, I see.” In a frozen hush Judith's eyes ook in the immense cage-like strucurp, built within and occupying alnost the entire floor space of the oom where she now stood. It was eparated from the small official rea. by three thicknesses of heavy ron wire. * * * A menagerie. Just like a menagrie. And he stayed here. He'd >een here five weeks, locked up belind these dim, sunless gratings. An nimal in his cage. Faintly: “Where do they sleep?" “In the cells. Those are tfce cells, ’he men are locked up now. But hey’i;e let out every morning from till 1 and out again from 1 to 3.” “Out where?” “In the tanks. Don’t you see? ’hose are the cells and they have his space on either side to walk in.” In the center of the cage, row on ow and tier on tier, from the floor o the ceiling, forty feet high, went hese small iron cells. Narrow, cir:ling iron stairways led from tier to ier. It looked very dark to Judith and •ery forbidding. She' had the odd mpression that she stood on the ieck of a medieval prison ship. Beore her and above in solid rows ind tiers were massed these cubbyloles of cells —walled away from the ight and the sun and the air. She was fascinated and sickened, mable to master the impulse that leld her here asking questions. The >fficer was very agreeable. “Oh, it’s not so bad. Miss. Most >f these fellows have been in before. They’re .used to it.” “You sav they’re locked up from STOP ITCHING Si Semo, the Clean, Antiseptic Liquid, Gives Prompt Relief There is one safe, dependable treatnent that relieves itching torture and that cleanses and soothes the skin. Soon after the first application of Zeino vou will find that irritations. Pimples, Blackheads, Eczema, Blotched, Kingworm and similar skin troubles will disappear. Zemo is all that is needed, for it banishes most skin eruptions, makes the skin soft, smooth and healthy. It is a non-greas.v, disappearing liquid that may be applied during the day. Ask your druggist for a small size GOc or large bottle, SI.OO. —Advertisement.

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