The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-05-25
GO ON WITH The STORY
Charter 8.


her hands tightly clasped. She said
with white, drawn mouth: "I;m crazy
Just crazy"
It was so still hcrc-so still and
mysterious. The wallcd-in garden,
bsthed in this dim, undulAting light
with . perfume and warmth touch
ing over the flowers might have been
the remotcst spot on the earth and
she its. only inhabitant.
Sandy felt like this-pushcd away
alone and forgotten. The beat
ing of her heart oppressed her with
faintness and heat.
For . long time she sat mption-
less, staring 1T the shrubs and at
bed of stocks that were SO fragrant
and so delica!tcly colored in pink and
lavender.
Suddenly, she said quietly: "I'll
| have to 70 back--in the end I'll have
to 60 back" In all her life she had
never felt such utter, appalling quiet.
Back there in tho room Murillo
was waiting. He had pourC~s out
,thc drink. Then he had turned,
found her gone. He was probably
stepping out on the balcony
ing her at once. He would be
little indignant. He had right To
be. He was her husband.
She said this to herself. "Hus-
lband"-ycs-.hc was her husband.
She was married to him. She had
stood up before whole church full
Of people and taken him for her
mate. She had known what she was
doing.
why then was she SO alarmed !?
WHY did she run out here in this
foolish way? !.
She put these questions to herself
accusingly. And she began to walk
rapidly between the shrubs. She
said repeatedly: Il went into i'll
went into tim not afraid! What
have / TO fcar?"
The whole drama Of her courtship
tlashed before her. She'd marry
him again--shc'd have to--she
wasn't trying to get out of it..
Images Of herself and her insolcnt
gaiety came with taunt. The way
J she had shrugged 50 brcczily. telling
/ the world: "I'll get by! Nobody's
going to high-hat me. my dcars! |
can handle little Benny Vcnuto!
! What, no, husband"
! These images heightened her
agitation. They filled her with
burning resentment against herself
everybody. She wasn't brazen now.
Everything was altcred-subtly and
finally altered. Tho tears rushed to
her eyes. Oh, why hadn't someone
told her she was going to feel like
this? Why hadn't she known? She
felt bctrayed--aband0ned and bctray-
ed.
i She tried desperately to toss back
her head--steady herself to 20
brcezing into the room, laugh at
Murillo. flaunt past him.
But she leaned against tree fac.
ing herself distractedly-herself and
her future. She was ma rried TO Ben
,,Murillo. She was out here alone with
him. She didn't love him. She was
afraid Of him. She didn't want him
near didn't want his lips on
her mouth. There was no escape.
| He faced her with eyes half closed,
not in a dream now but with an
noyance. "Why did you do this.
Sandy I've been walking around
!, this fool place half an hour"
ooh, twas warm inside-thc walls
coming together-lovc the night
air"
"A rather peculiar thing to do at
O'Clock in the morning"
She gave q high, unnatural laugh.
peculiar, my dear! do peculiar
Things. It's q way have" She
stared at HRS thin, sallow face as
though she had never seen it be-
fore. She thought. with a panic
with q hot, faintihg panic-"God!
oh. good God!"
He took her arm firmly, pressed
her hand between his.
4 She said with little hurried gasp,
"Look, Ben-lovely-" and pointed
to the moon, that now swung dream-
lily in . golden mist over the bare,
Quiet hitfs. All beauty-All high,
HAPPY things like that floating away
in golden mist.
She was scared with unhappincss.
She felt it all over her aching
like big, throbbing burn. 1t didn't
help that she said to herself furious
", "l'm to blamei Idcserve Vt! It's
good for mel"
She looked back over the. month
since her marriage and grew sick
with the memories. 1t seemed to her
that If Ben Murillo came toward her
again with his arms outstretchced,
THAT languid, absorbed, possessive
look i'm his cves-it seemed to her
that she would go out of her mind.
They were ut Tahoc-at the Tav-
FERN. The middle Of June. but brill
liant, Astounding vitality in the high
warm air. III.
| Sandy stood ct the window of the
big room. Through the trees she
could see glimpses of, the lake
sapphire blue now. Couples saun-
ltered across the grounds, their voices
iltrailing brightly; an old lady sat
under tree throwing peanuts to the
\ chipmunks.
/ Az Sandy watched . queer, gulpy
feeling came over her. Oh, it was
such day for joyousness; for q
chummy gladness like that Sunday
of the picnic with Jimmy that
seemed the episode Of another life
now.
| She wanted to be going along with
that crowd out there-young. flirt.
ing, eseeful. They were starting off
on = aike-going up some delightful
trail. They would come back just
element, dress, troop into the din
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ready to dance half the night.
Sandy turned from the window,
trembling with excitement. She
went softly to the bureau. From Z
corner of the room came . yawn-
ing: what are you up %, dear
est :" Murillo WAS stretched on the
bed. He hsd eaten hearty lunch.
He ate great deal, yet he was 80
thin snd narrow.
After the meals he would come in
and throw himself down. Some times
he would lie there the whole after
'uoon. He would say: "pcht be "