San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-11-28
SANDY By Elenore Nehe1n

I Indignation. There was that time d
Yosemite when she had been wild I,
go on the trail TO Glacier. Murill
disliked strenuous exercise. ThougI
he was little past 80 he had an al
! tipathy for all physical exercise. H.
smiled in amusement when Sandl
| pressed him TO come along.
So finally she said "Oh. don't
Benny Venuto; just drape yourself 81
the couch. You ought TO get a jo,
posing as an ad for perpetual siesta
So take your little nap. You won,
mind If / go?"
He became immediately excited
the narrowing of his eyes as they did
this cvening-little stillettos. He said
to her coolly: 'IIave YOU lacked fol
pleasure. Sandy? I think you've hal
plenty crammed into these few days,
haven't You?
Il should think it would be more
becoming to take your pleasure with
your husband"
.irother evening she was talking
with some tourists from New York.
They were DIR. Jameson and his wife.
They'd taken n great liking to Sandy.
The doctor was about 40--a cultured,
princely fellow. Sandy's shawl fell
from her shoulders. He picked it up.
draped it calamity, made some laugh
ing remark about the beautiful red
haired Senorita.
Murillo came over deliberately, re-
arranged the shawl. When he and
Sandy were alone he said: Il wish
you'd be n little more circumspect,
Sandy. 1t doesn't look well TO be
flirting with every man you meet"
At the time it seemed absurd. She
passed it off with breezy "Oh, you
20 70 blazes. Benny Venuto. What
do you think you are-Anthony Com
stock"
Now she perceived he meant it
seriously. lie thought he had a right
To order her about. But this was his
nature-the way he was brought up.
She had no right TO blame him for
these things. Why. it was ridiculous
to get historical over them. He was
kind, good man-everyone would
say so.
She repeated to herself. KIND
GOOD =" Boiling tears ran
down her cheeks. She wiped them off
viciously. Kind, good Why,
when they had come into the room a
few hours ago he had closed the door
in a ceremonious way. He said 10
her: Now. Sandy, dear, I'll forget
about this afternoon. We won't have
any more affairs like that, will WEI"
And he began to kiss her.
Sba eopl lau-n- ", Tho chair rr-inaiy, ~
when she heard him snore. Marriage
couldn't sanction things like this. 1t
was wrong. 1t was frishtful. Shed
not bear it! She belonged TO herself
No one else owned her
body and soul.
She repeated this wildly-body and
soul
All Ben Murillo wanted - She
pressed her hands against her lips;
she bit at the knuckles, saying again
and again: But that's all; That's
all"
Why. he didn't even guess that her
whole mind was aflare with hatred.
He would have gasped to awaken and
find her sitting here at the open win
dow. her teeth chattering with nerv-
Gus revolt. He thought she was sleep
ing in contrite peace. Shed learned
her lesson. Shed kissed the rod that
whipped her. He only wanted gently
to guide her in proper wifely dignity.
All right for Sandy Mcneil to laugh
like hOyden. She was Mrs. Murillo
nOw-she must remember this.
She grew weak with storm. She
stole TO the bathroom, washed her
hands, looked at her tear-stained face.
laughed a little. Beauty" she
Knocked. Not much of beauty now, :"
She bent her face in the pool of
water. She dried it slowly, hiding
il in the towel.
She said 10 herself: Another day
another night-No."
Suddenly she became very quiet.
She filed her nails, pretending not
to feel the Surging heat that was
wrapping over her as her thoughts
took shape.
Finally, she said-"Yes-I will -.
She went noiselessly back to the
room. found her husbands clothes.
Her hand felt through the pockets.
She found his wallet. How he liked
20 flash those greenbacks. She stopped
down so that she could see the fig
ures. She took out five ten-dollar
bills.
She doubled them up with a littlr
frantic sob.
She ran back to the bathroom and
began 10 dress.