The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-06-15
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But her eyes rested on her daughter;
a proud bcaming look.
Sandy toycd with cracker. She
sat very quiet, an intensity in the
lowered eyes and curved parted
lips-her stillnes charged with in
surgence.
Her mother felt this. She cast
about uneasily: you're looking very
lovely tonight, Sandy"
Sandy bowed to a young man who
now stopped at their table.
He smiled: Are you dancing to-
night. Mrs. Murillo?'
She hssitated a moment. Mrs. Nc
Neil pressed the cuticlc from her
thumbnail. her lips compressed and
nervous. Then Sandy said: "Oh.
believe not. Mr.. Miller. I'm driving
| tonight"
Her mothers hands relaxed. The
proud. beaming look returned.
Sandy saw this. Her cheeks
Isabella? You get the fidgets every
must think I'm plotting deviltry."
Her mother answered stiffly: II
hope can count on my daughter to
act with dignity"
"You mean, Isabella, you can
count on me never wanting to dance
or to sing or do anything gay. and
ca rcless?"
There's time and place for
everything. Sandy. Being here with
out your husband YOU can't be too
careful. You must remember this"
Sandy felt pulse beat holly in
her throat. Her husband. Murillo
came before her. The black brows.
The sallow disdain. White cuffs
inches below his coat sleeves. She
must remember him. Her heart lit
with flame.
They went to their room. Mrs.
Mcneil began fidgcting with the
string Of black jet. She looscncd
the lace vest. isn't it warm, dear?
think Ill lie down."
She sighed with relief. drew sheet
over her. "Why don't you stretch
out. Sandy? Rest little"
"Rest? Oh, I'm not tired" She
thought: Rest! Ye Gods. am r
60? Stretch myself out" But she
stopped down quickly and kissed her
mothers warm face: IL want to en-
JOY the scenes here, mother"
"Ycs-do-wc'll soon be leaving"
Leaving. What makes you say
that!'
"Why- we've been away much
longer than we intended. Ben
thinks we should soon be ready to
he, in his last letter? He says you
didn't answer"
Sandy's blood burned through her
body. She asked in feverish hush:
"What did you tell him; mothcr?"
"That you were feeling wonderful
and looking beautiful again. That
1t wouldn't be SO long before he could
expect u.s."
"Oh-you said that7'
Her mother answered slcepily:
eyes, dear. You've had q lovely va
cation. You must begin to think of
him now"
Sandy tiptoed across the room.
She sat on the edge Of q chair.
fiery stains on her white checks,
She waited for her mother to
snorc.
She got up noisclcssly. swept the
brilliant Spanish. shawl about her,
glidcd from the room.
The warm throb of the night, tho
still purple sky, the palms so quiet
and Sabbath like in the vast, dreamy
hush. The night moving about one,
sweet and lulling-an embrace.
Sandy went quickly down q long
veranda. Music came to her; the
yearning native music. 1t ran into
her heart like q thing that walled.
She walked more rapidly. An odd
,;n,.d .;,,. as -. though -, she were
along. all her body lighted blaz-
ing torch. sa ,.
She saw her mother pushing her
nails so nervously. Her mother
Rearing she wouldn't act with Dig
7afty--telling her she must remep-
33fer her husband----she must be very
Careful how she smiled. she M1ustnt
wish to LIVE
She paused, leaning. against a.
palm-tingling as thougi, she had
been running. She lo0sened her
shawl and very deliberately redraped
it. She thought Of, Murillo. His
image hung like a dead weight in her
thoughts. .
They thought she was going back
to him. Her mother fancied this.
They Thought she was going back to
that house and be his wife again.
They thought she would walk with
quiet dignity back to thst shame
and bondage. A,s
And that would be right. 1T would
be the noble thing 70 do II was her
duty. -. &
bow to her cross. At 90 she must
be willing to turn her back on every
light, happy thing. She must 60
down long; scdden years WIN !. ] nan
who, who filled her With VII :ysrssoa md
was her husband. s@ s,4
tated---breathless with Is Why must
she do this? II
She never should 1lsve married!
him., 1t was q mistake chastity
error. Why must her whele Fife be
committed to that one false .rnove?
She must never know the Beauty
of Z great love-nevcr know the.
dearnNss Of q child. .ss
She must be Willing to DEBUT
her head on the block and smile
kneel there smiling.
The whirl Of her, thoughts weak:
ened her. She now stood ION the]
beach. afire in every nerve. Shc.|
looked out over the lighted waters.
Tears were rushing to her eyes. Her
mother-her own mother-would
quietly push her back 70 tito him.
She would never 4o-ncver. 1
!. She flung her head baek;, ai mad,
ness and longing and .oNeypowering
ache fried her. She PIT up her
hands, brushed away the tears.
Her hand was caught swiftly in
the brown: sinewy hahd -aef Ramon
eide, girl?" .,s.. s isse.s- -
! "PeThaps!"
"WeM. you act like it, Eve been
following you."
mo! You saouidas ~ that" Y. !