San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-04

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sion of love as an instrument to mu.
sic.
Her inner joyousness made her i'm
mune, and she went about the house
gaily. Sometimes she laughed sudden.
ly-she was absorbed with her OWL
glowing expectance as one listening
continually to the harmonies that
others cannot hear.
And she did not care what Murillo
did. He was frctted by her breezy in
difference far more than he had been
by her depression. Sometimes she was
so brazenly gay that he stared at her
inquiringly. This new attitude of hers
baffled and piqued him.
At first he decided that she was
growing contented with her lot-be-
coming happy as his wife. He was
soon forced to admit that Sandy's
mood had no connection with himself.
He became suspicious Of her. He
said irritably: why are you laugh
ing?"
"Oh for this and for that"
Where were you this afternoon:"
'Out for a walk"
''Do you walk by yourselfT"
She laughed: "Technically-yes."
''But where do you gow
This time she shrugged Wherever
the spirit moves-here-there. XII
meny had been she knew not where /;
Kilmeny had seen what she would not
declared"
The next day when she went out
for one of these long saunters, Murillo
followed her. Finally he reached her
side, insisting on taking her arm. Il
don't think you do well to wander all
over the waterfront alone, Sandy"
She laughed merrily, offending him
with her gibes. Did he think she might
fall into evil ways and pick up with
beach combers and pirates? She all
but ran him miles. knowing that he
hated physical excrtion.
These long walks were her only d.
version now. She would go out on the
pier. sit there in the sun, watching
the boats or talking 10 old Jose about
the seals he caught. He had one big
fellow that followed him like a dog. 1t
would swim after him from Santa
Rosa Island 10 the mainland and then
90 Hopping up the street, barking in
protest when he STROBE too rapidly.
One day, retracing her steps, she
became exhausted, and, half way uDI
the road, sat down on a broad, fiat
rock. 1t was spring, early in Febru-
airy. All about her the breeze went ten
DERBY and the earth throbbed with the
wealth Of coming life. Sandy took OIL
her hat, liking the wind in her hair.
II was odd for her to be sitting
here alone. A year ago she would
never dream of such a thing. There
was always someone to laugh with,
to flirt with, to swim with. She felt
so much older now. She wouldn't let
herself say ''sadder."
But she sometimes shuddered when
her imagination ran down the com
ing years-all her life going on like
this. In these moods she thought OF
the child-dwelt on its image and
how it would love her. She shut Mu-
rillo with a blank completeness from
all share in it. 1t was hers-hers
only. IL would be sunny-a gleeful
thing with dash and charm-hand-
some and bonny like her uncle, Bob
Mcneil. And it would make up to
her for all the lost sweetness Of love. |
It would bring a fullness to her days.
She counted the time she had still
TO wait-and smiled.
She started again to walk, tired, |
now and then. She was very tired, !
almost unequal TO further effort. She |
leaned against a half broken fence, /
breathing quickly, wiping her face.
She had come too far, and now wishec
that her husband or some neighbor
might pass and pick her up.
A machine stopped. Even before
she had a glimpse Of his face Sandy |
recognized the long, easy stride. A
luiver of nervousness shot through |
her.
Jimmy took off his hat. saying
rather bashfully: Want a lift,
Sandy"
Hello. Timmy.- she answered wist
fully. mo, I'm out for a walk"
He reddened-frowncd. "Oh, are |
you? ] passed here an hour a.o and |
you were sitting on that rock. /
thought you seemed rather tired
"Oh, mol was just sitting in the |
sun"
Jimmy grinned to hide his embar-
.assment: Il guess that's a polite wag |
IF giving me the gate, Sandy"
And then Sandy for the first time
net Timmy's eyes. why should |
| give an old friend the gate, Jimmy |
you specially"
Il don't know. ] thought perhaps |
you did: you had some reason. I |
wouldn't have stopped only | !
.hought-well, 1 thought / should"
She was warm with excitement. She |