The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1926-02-06

N1E pCOIIC were Sld1iuIIlS. AhSA
nodding and smiling gave a
sense of motion to the quiet church.
Someone said aloud: Lovely
oh. isn't she lovelyr' Muri1lo, bow
ing to pew after pew, lowered his
head with AN urgent: Sandy, look
'lp! Smile a HITLER
But she didn't move a muscle
Of her face. Her eyes, with their
dark. heavy lashes, remained fixed
un her feet-oA little pencil
smudge across the toe of her sill
yer slipper. Odd they hadn't no.
Aiced that. Judith would have
rubbed it-off with bit of French
chalk.
Sandy About to Cry
They neared the vestibule. Some
one, pushing forward. was about
TO kiss her. Murillo thrust out
his arm. gave a laugh, pressed
his lips exultantly on Sandy's
mouth. She felt very cold and
still: then suddenly that she was
about to cry.
Judith rode with them to the
house. Sandy was glad for this
foolishly glad, Murillo sat oppo-
site. His dreamy eyes possessed
her.
She was conscious of their
heated gaze turned on her in
diligently as they sat at the sup
per table: conscious of his lips,
red now and moist, whispering ex-
cftedIy: smile, Sandy-they'r
toasting the bride-smiler'
The young people grouped about
her were laughing. The girls
wore big hats. They looked
flowery. At the far end of the
long table-'way down there in
the old back parlor-were the fam
ily friends. Most of the women
were in black or gray satin-stiff,
dignified clothes. The men wore
swalIow-tails cut in the fashion OF
the last generation. They were
ali leaning forward, craning their
necks over the bowls OF roses.
They were singing in somewhat
broken voices: she's q jolly good
fellow"
MuriIlo kissed a wine glass, held
It for Sandy to drink. He said
softly: ITO my wife?'
Sandy's eyes filled. She looked
at him angrily. Then all at once
she began to laugh. She waved
to Dick Chapman-to Heinie
Rivers. She promised to dance
with them all. She said boldly
and tossing her head: Yes! I've
hours of freedom YETI
Old School Chums
And she signaled to Jimmy.
He was there, of course. The
McNeIls had nothing to hide;
Jimmy was only Sandy's old
school chum
But when the tables were
cleared, Jimmy managed to tuck
himself in corner with Sandy
uncle and three or four other fell
lows. He was i'll at ease and
very unhappy.
With a gay insolence she sum.
noned him. Hadn't Jimmy saved
her from her death Of cold in
the storm? Why shouldn't they
dance together?
They swung with a glad, swift
eagerness into the strains of
one-step. She said gently: why
no glum, Jimmy, darling"
'tOh, Lord, Sandy"
1t was warm in the crowded
old house-warm and noisy. The
older men were telling stale jokes,
aapping each other on the back,
euffawing loudly. The women
were nodding their heads in sol
enn gossip.
She didn't know if she led
Jimmy to the kitchen or If he
led her.
But they were stealing to the
patch between the grapevines.
They were standing in the shad-
.ows, looking up at the misty,
amber moon.
Sandy had taken off her veil
Her hair, a waving mass, shonc
like an aureole about her pale,
vivid face.
Jimmy bit his lips. not daring
TO touch her.
Sandy Was Beautiful.
You're SO beautiful. / never
saw anything look the way you
did, Sandy-the way you do
now"
She raised her face, no ing if
back a little on the long, slender
throat. She ran her fingers up
ward till they touched Timmy's
cheeks:
Kiss me, Timmy-oh-kiss me
-good-by.'
He closed his arms down about
her. She chung to him. A wild
ness seized her. She thought: oh,
grab my hands, Tiny! Run away