San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-16
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Sandy Sees Chances for
Amicable Settlement
Flying Away.
CHAPTER IS

"h ui liiO OAHU W Vic SiOi n
Eyes, that's all right. The
bath between"
The clerk wrote in the
register, Rooms Al and 43."
The blood flew to Sandy's
cheeks, She turned her back
and began talking to Alice
Alice said: "Ma's all in
Was she sick down there?'
"No-of course not" =
"Well, 1 guess it's just the long
trip. Ready? Ben's calling you.
Sandy picked up her hand bag
thinking miserably: Il can't make
scene-worry Isabel" But she
Jagged, pretending to look for hel
scarf that was just behind on a chair
"Here it is, DEAR" Mrs. Mcneil
looked into Sandys burning eyes. She
said absently: You're tired, too
dear. It'll be so nice to get home.
Sandy followed her mother. She
felt like little girl, whipped and
trying not TO cry. -
She shut her eyes as Murillo set
the suitcases near the bureau. Now
he closed the door, Very slowly
Sandy unwound her Scarf.
He watched her through half closed,
flashing eyes. She picked up file
and began to manicure her nails.
He took it from her, coming up be-
hind and putting his arms over hers
Il guess that can wait till tomorrow,
can't it, Sandy" His warm, limp
hands turning her around, making her
"I'm tircd-plcase-"
A smile half murderous, half in
dulgcnt. "Tired? You've been away
three months and you're tired?"
Her tongue rigid: "Yes-tired-'
She backed from him, picked up her
magazine, turned the pages. She sat
down, staring at picture. Her
breath heaving, bursting from her.
He heard it. He pulled down his
cuffs, tore the links from them, flung
his coat to a chair.
She saw the blanched. furious loof
Of him-lips muttering. He went into
the bathroom and began to shave
moving about with savage intensity
He cut himself, jabbcd at the blood
with a white pencil, cursed at the
singing Of it.
Raging, he came and sat ON the bed
his arms folded. He waited. III
waited in a long, ferocious silence.
Sandy stared with blind, dilatet
eyes at the open book. She thought
My husband-God, my husband. :"
When he came with little sprin;
toward her she drew back. Ill
snatched at the magazine. lie
Kissed: SECT undressed! Get int
bed You're tired Get into bed
She flung her head up-blazing
silent, daring him to strike.
He had hold Of her wrists. III
thrust them from him, snapped Gu
the light and got into bed.
Sandy sat there shaking-demeanc
and ashamed. The man lying there oil
The bed with the comforter up TO Lis
chin, breathing more and more deep
.ly, was worse than a stranger to her
lie was separated by all those gallini
outrages she charged against him
separated by the little dead child
dead because Of him. Yet he coul,
bring her into this room, swing hei
~- about, compel her TO face him. III
could close his lips on hers, smiling
murderous, possessiye.
one sprang up, rlglu, listening, qulct
Murillo snored. Sandy went to thu
bureau. found her scarf and hand bag
stole from the room.
She went down to the lobby. any
mother is i'll. We want another rood,
she said casually and signed tn
register: "Alice Mcneil" Withou
looking UP she lpid a five dollar bill Cr
the counter.
Following the boy down the hall sh,
was a-flash with apprehension. Sh,