San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-07
Sandy Lives in Dread Of
Day She Must Go Back
to Her Husband.
CHAPTER "A

oouuy SAT Ill Tie SdIQen.
She often sat here hours
without stirring. She would
lean her head against the
acacia, her eyes fixed on the
blue stretch of the sea.
She would listen to the
breeze as it came murmur-
ing with summers golden
peace. 1t would run light,
teasing fingers through her hair She
would shut her eyes looking for its
GOODNESS and peace to touch her
thoughts.
She was so tired with the dark
ness and weight on her. She forgot
that she had ever been glad.
In the neighboring yard children
were playing with bean bag. Thcii
voices shrilled with laughter. Sandy
breathed heavily. pressing her fingers
against her mouth.
1t was three months since they had
brought her home. The day she was
TO leave the hospital she said to her
mother: "Let me go back with YOU"
Her mothers. lips had trembled and
she had bitten them. But she stopped
over Sandy and kissed her: Every
thing is arranged, dear. Your hus-
band has made such plans. You
mustn't give in to your, grief
Then Sandy smiled. She smiled all
the way driving home. She thought !:
I'm going to die as soon as they
take me i'll there. know I'll die"
And she looked forward to it.
That night when they were alone,
Murillo pushed her chair to the WIN
dow. He sat at her side. SANDY,
we're going to begin all over again. +"
He put his face against her hair.
She shrank. She couldn't help it.
Every time she looked at her hus-
band she thought Of the name be had
called her and that he had said: "Do
you think I'd have a - like you in
my house," She would never get over
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But he took her hand in his: "And
things will be different the next time.
isn't it better. perhaps, that the little
sne was taken? 1t was so weak. You
were so nervous and hysterical oil the
lime beforehand"
She interrupted with a little moan
ing: ~Oh!" She thought bitterly: II
was the one who hurt it," She fan
cied the baby in her arms and wbis.
pcred to il: @Oh, was the one who
killed you. / hurt YOU,
She, felt the little body as it lay
that last moment against her brcnst--
so quiet-so cold. She often awaken
ed at night feeling it,
Now she tried to draw her hand
from Murillo's. But he said: "When
you're stronger, Sandy dear, you'll see
things in better light. Then we may
have another child. You want this,
don't your
She put up her hand and hid heI
face from his eyes.
And for three months she lived,
dreading the moment when he would
claim her.
Whenever she heard steps on the
gress she shiyered. He often earH and
sat next her. holding her hand. He
would turn the palm upward and
press his moist red lips against it..
She had TO bear il.
Now she looked out TO the water.
How blue and free the waves came
rushing to the shore. How often she
had ridden on their crests. A year ago
in the lazy summer afternoons she and
Jimmy used TO strike out, swimming
MISUNDERSTANDING. Life was sweet
sheu.
Sandy looked at her hands. They
we're so white and transparent. Now
tear fell on her knuckles. She
watched it in surprise as it tricklej
through her fingers. Crying-she was
CRYING. Crying because it was not n
year ago.
She was so alone these days. No