San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-02
Plans for House-warmins
Breed Another Quarrel
in Sandy's Home.
CHAPTER II

MUFFIN pTlQe was re-
stored. He saw a reason for
the vicious wound she had
given. In the light of this
great news, Sandy's flight,
with her subsequent hys-
terra, was beautifully ex-
planned. It had no relation
to him. He was willing to
pardon her; grant a general
absolution of all her cratic behavior !;
cvcrlool, that note and the insulting
conditions Of her return to him.
These conditions meant nothing
now. There would be no further talk
of her leaving. She couldn't leave.
His emotion was tinged with ex-
ultancc. This proud, vivid creature,
who had flouted him so insolently, yet
whose beauty maddened him, was now
his-bound irrevocably. He could af-
ford to be magnanimous.
He stopped down, letting her hair
brush his cheeks. He slipped his
hands under her arms. She moved a
little, the blood surging to her face.
"I'm SO proud, Sandy; you don't
know how proud this makes me-"
And he went on talking like this, as
though she were honored to please
him.
She said: I'm tired awfully
tired. I hope you'll not tell any ono
else. Please don't!"
why? Aren't you glad, Sandy ?
Aren't you overjoyed about it?"
She made no answer. She looked
out to the waters with the light swing
ing like 4 pendulum over the waves.
She tried to unclasp his hands.
He kissed her. "Of course you're
proud, Sandy. 1 know you are"
1t was futile to resist him. She
understood this with a shivering COM
pleteness.
Early in the morning she went soft
~ through the garden to the road.
The first touch of winter was in the
breeze and in the gray ripple Of the
waters. She held out her hand as
though she expected it to rain. She
blinked--walked on distractedly. She
said to herself: at doesn't matter
nothing matters And she fought des-
persteIy against her sick. furious re.
sentiments. She steeled herself to en-
iurance.
That evening, Murillo took a little
box from his pocket, opened it slowly,
glanced indulgently at Sandy.
do you know what / have here?''
In his ceremonious way, be reached
for her hand, slipped . ring on the
little finger. 1t was a pretty stone,
set with emeralds to match the brace
let He watched, expecting some gush-
ing exclamation. He said wooingly
Not such a bad idea to please me a
little, is it, Sandy?"
With an effort she checked the
hot retort. kept her eyes down. For
five months-nearly six he had hui
INFLATED her in money matters. She
hadn't a dollar in her purse. Now he
would act the prince show
her how fine he could be when she
kowtowed to him.
Don't you like it," he asked with
touch Of injury.
"Oh, yes; the rings lovely. / can't
say I'm thrilled with your presenta-
ton speech
The long eyebrows vent up inquir-
ingly.
Sandy laughed. you'll have to
pardon me, Benny, but 1 can't share
your belief that / was created for the
sole purpose of giving delight to one
Benvenuto Murillo."
She twisted her finger, gave an
impudent grin.
Murillo shrugged. Then he was
smiling again. "Have your own way,
Sandy. You will anyway. Oh, before
I forget it, I've asked my family TO
dinner Sunday. They're overjoyed.
She was stunned. "You don't mean
you've told them? You surely haven't
iold them already"
why not?"
Il asked you not to-"
You can hardly mean that You
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