San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-31

there.
I'm not going to read it!
I'll NEVER read it, He has
no business doing this. Lord,
he doesn't own mel"
But she went over and fin
gered the envelope. her blood going
heavily and with heat the way it does
when one is sitting with apprehen-
aion.
She was afraid not to read the
letter. She tore it across.
Here and there the paper was
blurred and crumpled with peculiar
marks as though he had held the
pages against his mouth and bitten
them.
-You have betrayed me. You have
broken your faith. No wonder you
shrank from meeting me. ] seemed a
ghost come back to torture you Ny
love is now q villainy in your eyes;
an impertinence. 1t was not always
this.
May you not remember as ] am
now remembering. May you not re-
call your arms upreached; our arms
sntwined- Your lips on my lips:
your lips on my eyes. i have kissed
your feet-your little cold feet. /
have knelt 10 you. / have poured
away my thought and hope on you.
Now you are gone. You have
turned coidly from me. Without one
regret-longing TO be done with me.
i asked you to kiss me. And you
suffered this, smiling-your lips
muter than statues
Then you ran your hand over
my head, plying me. ] drank your
pity.
awhy do you pity me, Because
my love Is thing that doesn't die:
What ] wanted once, ! still want.
Because having taken you as wife
of heart and soul and body, 1 would
hold you?
You pity me for this. Strange
reasoning, as though ] am weak be-
cause my emotion euQuIes.
Are you then strong because you
find il easy to rid your heart of
me? Are you strong because your
feeling is gone and having loved me
madly for an hour you now love
me not at all?
"Yes--loved me madly-turned to
me with your luminous and haunt
ing eyes. Put your fair hands on
my face, thrilling me with what an
insanity Of pride and joy
God help me that live TO see
you turning to another: God keep
me from the madness, the AFFECT,
Respondent madness now creeping
like beast upon me.
Il fight it. / hold furiously to
what strength is left. j am quiet
now.
"Goodby. Sandy. let nothing that
] do trouble you.
"Let me thank you. / would thank
you for your lips. And for your
hands. And for your eyes that in
an hour of infinite, heartbreaking
beauty have been mine
Sandy held the letter stifhy be-
fore her. Those peculiar marks made
IN an imperfect circle as though he
pressed the page against his mouth
and bit into it
She sank at the he'd, finging her
arms across il, abandoned TO the suf-
locating tide that now surged over
her.
Ramon would kill himself. She was
sure Of this.
She saw his brown, enaciated face
a. be sat with his hand pressed
against his mouth: heard his voice in
monotony go piercing it coniured
loneliness and wasted places.
Then as be turned with that desc
lating humility TO ask: you care
somewhat for me, Sandy? Let me
kiss you. Will you not kiss met"
She covered from these images.
She brought him 10 this. He was
no longer laughing, vital fellow
whose graceful strength sent culver
of delight along her nerves.
She whispered Hes sick. It's
the fever. Lord, ought 10 20 10
him. BE needs someone"
And suddenly she remembered the
package of clothes be had sent her
that smart knitted coat. How big
and gallant he was about it when
abe said it must be just loan. He
clasped his arms about her shoulders
and said Poor little darling! DO
you think / care how or why you're