San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-10

twist the. envelopes and thrust them in
her pocket. He had fancied a tight
frightened line about her mouth.
And once, speaking of love and mar.
risge, the color haG flared to her
cheeks. She had laughed and tossed
her head.
But she never spoke of her husband.
Her silence piquel him. Why was she
here so long alone'
But now she iai ner hands clasped.
She said quietly, I'D ike TO drive
back, please"
this?'
MY mother is alone"
Are you. angry because I overlook
your >
"No.-
Il had an idea you might have re-
ceived unpleasant news. l thought
perhaps. i could do something"
She nodded. Eyes. | did get some
i'll news. But you can't do anything
no one can"
He said swiftly. why don't yOd
tell me? 1t often helps to talk OF
things"
She gazed upward al the moon
such a cleaning. emerald moon. She
said slowly: ''No-not of such things
as this"
He put his hand over hers: 'Then
I'm sorry, Sandy. I'm mighty sorry.
You're awfully young to have
She closed her eyes, interrupting
swiftly: Wont You please driv
home:"
He said nothing until they reached
the hotel Then be took her arm and
lowering his head TO hers whispered
SANDY have more than an idea
perhaps | could help you! l wish |
could. l wish you'd let me"
After he left she sat on the veranda.
The big chair was hidden behind
shrubs. 1t was so warm-such a mel
low tenderness in the sweet breath OF
the night But she was shaking as
though it were cold.
Suddenly she wondered if Murillo
wanted her? II he would care if she
asked him 70 free her.
Perhaps be might be glad. She be.
came excited imagining this. Free her
why shouldn't he? What was the
marriage to him?
And If she were free: She felt Ra
mon Worth's hands covering hers.
Brown sinewy hands-brown. sunni
eyes. She felt his head lowered to hers
and flushed.
A day or two after this he was
walking with her down the avenue.
They were caught in shower. She
pulled her sweater up quickly. Letters
dropped from its pocket.
lie stopped TO pick them up, brush
ing off the water. They were un-
opened. They were the same letters
she had received a week ago, the en-
velopes twisted. Murillo's name was
written plainly in the corner.
She knew that he saw this-that
be remembered. Her breath caught
painfully.
He pretended TO notice nothing.
But when they were sitting on the
beach, he began TO talk about the
war. He said Isn't it singular the
frenzy of sacrifice that can move a
whole nation? Think of all the fel-
lows who threw away their lives
/ wonder how they'd feel If they
could look down now and see that il
was all for nothing:"
"Wss it?"
"Yes-but sacrifice always is. No
one is ever justified in throwing
away his life or his happiness for
another. 1t nullifies the primary
value"
But suppose my happiness meant
another's paini"
at needn't. What right has an
other to act the parasite? Why
should any one with the youth nip
pling in his veins be forced 20 shove
his own interest 10 the background:
Only a thief would ask it-and only
a weakling would permit the theft
AS she came into the loDby late
in the afternoon. Mrs. Mcneil was
waiting. Her placid face was struck
with annoyance.
She said: -Sandy-how is this?
Why didn't you tell me: She put
a telegram in Ssndy's hands. II was
from Muriilo.
Continued Tomorrow