San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-11-29

I Murillo and Angus Mcneil were there.
They had come noiselessly.
Murillo's clothes we're covered with
dust, his eyes bloodshot. But Angus
had a shrewd, bluff air-his face a
little grim, but winkling.
80 he knew you were leaving, did
he? He gave you the fifty dollars
to get yourself here? Come, now.
Sandy, you've had your fun. I guess
you're glad enough to see your hus-
band again"
The blood pelted to Sandy's face.
She turned on Murillo, her eyes, burn
ing with hatred. She said softly
You got my note? l meant what ]
wrote then. / mean it doubly now!"
Murillo was exhausted with his
long, frantic ride. But he had mast
cred himself. He had formed his plan
with a scheming coldness. Sandy was
his wife-beautiful, admired. young
the type Of woman he desired. He ex-
ulted in the comments her loneliness
evoked. He loved that pale, vivid
face Of hers: loved those soft, appeal
ing hands. She was his, and he meant
to have her.
She would be his wife again If only
long enough to be punished to be
subdued; to be hurt for the violence
she had done his pride, the outrage
of his velvety self-esteem. He would
have her again-bend her in two
break her to his will.
He was suave now as in the days Of
their engagement. He glanced gently
toward Sandy as she stood there, her
stricken face blazing with hatred.
He shrugged. Don't be hard on
her." he said YEARLY. ashes excited.
She can't be very well. We had two
very happy months. Everything was
beautiful. T did everything to please
her. I took her everywhere. We
never quarreled. But without saying
single word, she stole from the hotel
in the middle Of the night.
81 don't know why. I can't think Of
the slightest cause. I'm not to blame.
1 don't know what 1t all means"
He looked with quiet appeal TO the
mother and father: II don't under.
stand. OF course she'll get over it.
She left note. She says she wants
the marriage ended
Sandy leaned on her hands, such
drawn, pinched look about her young
mouth that her mother instictively
whispered: Don't, dear! Calm your
self-sit down."
IL AM calm, I know tust what
I'm doing-just what l mean to do
I'm not excited or crazy or i'll! I've
just finished with marriage. that's
ALL"
She flung her head back, confront
ing her fathers eyes. They were
black now. She said Historically:
That's what / said-I'm finished
with marriage. Oh, ho-you can't
glare me down-no one can"
She backed to the door, her hands
clasped against her chin.
Come back here" Angus roared.
You think you'll do as you please
and we'll all pay the piper! What
do you propose / wonder
You don't need TO pay" said
Sandy. "I've PAID! You made me
marry him."
Made you! You ought 10 get
down on your knees and thank any
you made of thingsl"
Her hands flew out In a little ges-
ture OF appeal. The mother was urg-
ing softly. Hush, Angus, hush-the
poor child"
But Sandy began to laugh, high,
sobbing laughter: II ought to be
glad--ho-that's what my husband
told mel should be glad. But I'm
not glad. You can't brighten me
with that talk-oh, no, you can't 1
know what l am! don't need to
thank men for marrying me- don't
NEED TO-"
She glanced at Murillo who was
now bring his pale lips. She pushed
off her mothers restraining hand
and went running from the room.
Label knocked at Sandy's door;
"lts your mother. Let me in, dear
And she spoke winningly. II was
nothing-Just 3 little hysteria. Sandy
would feel better now that the was
home again. They wouldn't try TO
force her. But she must remember
that marriage was a sacred thing.
You stood up before the altar of
God, dear. You mustn't talk Of break
ing your vows"
Sandy said, despairingly: Don't
blame God for it, mother. That's
such an easy out! God had nothing
to do with it Oh, if I'd only known"
You're not child, Sandy. You
wont want TO hurt you whole fam
lily. You must meet life braveIy. /
had TO. You have a good husband.
Few men would race after a woman
who treated them as you treated him.
He is downstairs now. He will take
you to his sisters house. She's away.
You are TO stay here till your own
home is ready"
Sandy fastened her hands in the
rungs of the foot Of her bed. She
said wildly: "Nol I'm NOT going
with him. Don't try to make me.
won't! / WON'T"
They left her alone. Her after
noon sun bathed the house-fragrancc
Of hOneysuckle and sweet peas drifted
through the windows. 1t was home
just as il had been a few months
ago, yet with this funeral hush about
it Sandy felt as though she were
abandoned in some forgotten cloister.
She heard them moving about in
steady wagon tptOe as though
someone had died.
Her married sisters came. They
were in the dining room. A loud
tone: shocked exclamation; a cup
flounced down on the saucer-they
were talking about this new disgrace
she had brought on them.