San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-11-30

only brazened then to the end-if
she'd only run away beforehand.
She came back always to the dead
ly conclusion. "1t's too late now /!
You're beat"
All last night she lay awake defy
ing this. She wasn't beat. She would
leave anyway. She would fight the
thing out alone-meet it by herself.
What good would that do? Run to
the farthest end Of the earth. bury
herself in the remo;est island, it
would still be his child-he would al
ways be the father.
She felt Murillo's limp, moist hands
on her shoulders, his lips pressed to
her throat. Shame turned her scarlet
scarlet TO the heart. Then she said
half weeping: Il won't have it! ]
WON'T"
She hated herself. She put he,
hands behind her, the touch of hel
own flesh abhorrent. No longer hel
own-she didn't belong to herself. But
she would! She'd kill herself
"Oh, / can't go on like this" Hell
pulses thumped in a still alarm. Sup
pose she ran away now? Could she
get job? How long would she b.
able to work? Then could they come
and bring her back?
Days and days of this. One night
she crept from bed, gliding softly
that Alice mightn't hear. She sal
by the open window looking down al
the grapevines. She felt desolate
The thing that had happened wa.
vicious. The child was her enemy
1t was his. She could never love it.
Burning tears. Never love it! No
hers. His. She had to check tn,
convulsive sob. 1t would never b.
his. Hers.
Then she felt stirring Of pity
Pity that she was to bring it here
little helpless thing that would near
nothing TO her, and she would never
love it.
Why should she care for it? Il
was forcing her back to him. She
had to go back. She knew this now
Lying awake hour after hour, she
faced her own angry defiance. She
asked: "What else can I do?" And
she saw herself rushing TO the city
throwing herself on Judith's hands.
No-but what else? Walk the
streets? Borrow-steal-die Yes
she could die. But she didn't want
to die. She wanted to live
Yet now she looked from the win.
dow and wondered il it would hurt
very much to 90 crashing down there
on the cement walk.
MuriIlo's house was finished. One
morning Sandy's mother closed the
door in that precise, gentle way of
hers.
SANDY, why arc you so melan-
choly:"
''Many things"
"You shouldn't be. Every one has
humored you. Other parents wouldn't
have INDUCED you as we have"
oh"
'sThe house your husband has so
wonderfully furnished is ready. For
the sake of your mother and your
family You can at least make one
more effort: Won't you do this for
me. Sandy:' -.
She sat very quiet. powerless to
force her lips TO assent.
Murillo come. He said touchingly
You have treated me very ill.,
She looked at him with burning
accusation: ''Do you wish me to 20
10 that house with you:"
THE house was made ready for
YOU
Then I'll go on one condition
that you leave me entirely alone.
have ceased to be your wife"
His face flushed with a white. an.
CRY light: 1T suits me perfectly"
IF you break this promise I'll
leave. No power on earth will stop
me-"
He knocked one fist against his
palm and laughed harshly. you'll
find the doors open, my dear-wide
open!'
Alice helped her pack the suitcases.
What made You change, kid: Rather
sudden, wasn't it"
"So way out Of It much that ]
could see. Family opens the door and
tells me to beat it,' Sandy hid her
Face in an armful Of silk. She laugh
ed. Her shoulders shook. She laugh
ed and laughed.
In the middle Of the afternoon she
drove with Murillo to the white
stone house. He led the way up .
broad staircase. He pushed open o
door-a bedroom. filled with flowers.
She found it hard TO breathe. He
said: Yours, my dear. Shall I give
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