The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-04-07

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Mnr3ilio ,oTeTtakes her as she , goes s for ira a
expectediy. at a party She IS giving for
her friends lend After the party he strikes
home she shares. She then accepts a
eTen6g she 81 and ft Ramon de ote to h
home. They are about to enter I6pr, wien zen
GUS Sandy is driven back to the city;
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CHAPTER LXIF.
1t was an old-fashioned house
where Sandy had taken a room, set
far back in the garden. Before it
was a magnificent old oak. ~.
Ramon drew her to it's shadow.
You're not going to leave me like
this, Sandy?"
She looked past him to the wide
bay WINDOWS, pulled down just
Little from the top. eve can't talk
here. It's almost morning"
In the impenetrable darkness they
could just make out the white blurr
of each others faces. He was lean
ing against the tree, his head
thrown back. @
t'Let me go, Ramon. 1 can't help
il that l feel so. do. And now
want to go. Oh, everything is ter
tfble."
He pulled her to him. Il won't
let you go. 1 can't let you 60"
She waited, mute and cold. His
humility laid wounds on her. She
wanted to escape.
"What have 1 done, Sandy? Loved
you this whole year. Thought Of
no one else. Longed to serve you.
Isn't this true?"
II can't help it"
land now because Of an accident
"a mere accident-you forgot
everything. Don't-please-I can't
s.cand it. Oh, Sandy, L can't
can't" Suddenly he wropped his
arms desperately about her and
sobbed like boy.
She hung up her coat-the long
knitted coat Ramon had sent her.
She brushed a white speck from the
collar. She went about the room,
faint and chilled, stopping before the
bureau to arrange pins in a little
haid-painted tray. She remained
long time doing this, hearing the
break in his voice.
She shut her ears against it. Then
she felt the weight Of his arms,
They took the strength from her.
"Why do I blame him?" she muir
INJURED. sinking Town and staring at
the ceiling. i've no right to blame
him." Oppressive-the whole affair
weighed on her heavily like his des-
perate arms.
It no longer seemed romantic-a
brave and beautiful thing that she
had gone with Ramon. That girl in
the purple kimono had also gone
with him.
That girl who came to the door
with soft, tinkling laugh to say
wicked1y: "Alone, darling? Did you
send her away?" And she, Sandy
sitting there in the machine hear
ing this
She shrank from this vision Of
herself-a rival Of that insolent,
seductive thing who had calmly
gone to his house uninvited-wait-
ing brilliant and certain for his COM
ing. She and that girl were the
same.
Memory rose holly and denied
this. They were not the same.
There was that Sunday when he
kneeled and chafed her feet $50.
there was all that sweetness Of his
service when she came stumbling to
him in the dark, without even hat
or coat The gentleness of that time
set this affair Of their apart-made
it different.
How good he had been to her. She
was now glad she had kissed him
glad she had begged him not to care
so that she had take nhis face and
said smiling: I'm not blaming you.
No-I won't"
All this didn't alter the overpow,
ering relief that the door was now
closed between them and he was
gone.
She began to cry. She told her.
self in alarmed quiet: II want it
ended. Lord dol do"' 1t APP
palled her to admit this. But she
remembered her reluctance Of the
last two months; the lightness that
was almost joy in the weekend
when he couldn't come. And she
lay with her hands over her face,
whispering: q won't go there again,
I can never go there again.
She fought with dismal reluctance