San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-23

one OF our nttic SmOkerleS, Mac
Sorry we can't ask you. Ben, but it,
a hen party. Come. Sandy?"
"I'll adore to be thcre."
~You will? Say, why don't yor
come. in with us on the New Year.
party? We're getting it up now. Al
the old crowd. A progressive dinner
We might hare the wine course ri
your house. I hear as how you've ar
excellent cellar"
Before Sandy could open her mouth
Murillo cut in: THANK you. Mis-:
Arliss. I've made plans for New
Years"
Sandy looked at him incisively
Have you? Well, I may not ap
prove Of those plans, Benny. And
perhaps we'll change them, May"
But you'll come next week, sure
ly? I'll let you know more"
You bet I'll comet
She laughed gayly. feeling Murillo's
fingers pinching at her arm. She fol-
lowed him to his car, parked across
the street.
He fooled with the gears, the
blanched, angry look about his mouth.
What did you mean accepting that
date?"
"Why not? Do you think I went
into solitary confinement when L
married you:'
did you hear her say it was
smoker"
"SmokerIE!"
"a female smoker. You'll not 20.
And / don't wish people to call you
Mac
Sandy whistled softly. This was
nickname May had given her when
they were passing through their early
teens and thought it heroic to assume
tough ways.
And how dared you agree to that |
New Years party?-
"Oh, / thought you wanted people |
to fancy us an ideal couple / thought !
You wished to give out the impression |
that was an idolized and panipered |
wife,
He looked at her furiously.
Elise why did Sister Beatrice put |
that notice in the paper about our |
trip to Europe and your terrible de |
votion to your mother in-law and your |
beautiful bride? You couldn't leave |
her to meet an emergency alone"
They were driving down the block. |
Sandy stared eagerly from the win
down. The doors of the dry goods store
were wide open, but the interior was
in shadow. She saw someone NOV
ing to the threshold. Before she could
identify the form as his they had sped
past.
She slumped Iowa sudden bitter
ness flowing holly through her veins
"a revulsion against herself-a fren-
zied reyulsion that she had once been
weak-so weak that a puny fellow like
Ben Murillo could now accost her.
clinch her arm. march her to a ma
chine, force her to enter.
Ramon would wait hours. He
would walk up and down the block.
She said DULY: Are you remaining
home to dinner?-
why do you ask? Had you plan
ned 10 take another walk this even
ing:"
MY plans are nothing to you, /
Ben. / ask as Ida may wish 10
know"
Murillo now smiled. helped her w
he steps. IL may have something 10 I.
ell you later. my dear. Yes, I'm re I
naming to dinner"
She ran to her room-wOnderpn II 4
he might in any way steal q word /
o him. She fancied him waiting so !
neutrality-suspicious. and laughter /
II his eyes. Then the happiness
hitting 10 gloom in the abrupt way
MS moods sometimes changed. And I
he remembered the sweet, solemn fer
Charged with a hushed excitement
he took the chair Murillo held out
. tremendously. He said affablv;
You misunderstood me. Sandy. I'm
willing for you to have all
be friends you wish. 1 only want
gu to exercise discrimination in tn.
hoosing Of them. Beatrice will bn
My too happy TO have you meet as
1any young girls as you like. They
i'll be the right type for a woman Of
our position.
Sandy glanced up slowly, facing hin
nth cold hatred.
He went on tensely: 81 don't pa
rove Of women smoking. And / don't
pproyc of cOarseness. Is that more
han I've a right TO Ask
She dropped a spoonful Of litsle
pasted cubes in her soup. I
"I'm trying 10 talk with you. I
andy
I've no wish for your converse
on. You're too ridiculous even 10
aunt. As though you or Beatrice
lurillo can teach me anything, As
rough my position j. any longer
latter Of concern to you :"
"NO:' he leaned forward. his voice
)Oing mo, my dear; I've talked
18th your mother. You've given up
le idea Of a divorce. That's very
ice. SO I've resumed the idea Of our
arriage."
CONTINUED Tomorrow II