The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-04-03
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so she had run away--proved to the
world that she was free and brave
she was not taking things from
him. What had they to do with the
world?
He saw already in this attitude of
hers tragic menace to their happi-
ness. -
Midnight when they reached the
cottage. a FURNISHED moan hung
in the pines like an immense golden
fruit. The pine swayed, and then
the moon swung free and rode above
the waters so that they rippled
and took life. The waters flashed
with eerie figures-strange, lighted
figures glided on the waves.
How thrilling, Ramon she drew
close to him, turning her hand in
his-stirred to her inmdst pulse. The
quiet of the night swept and uplifted
them like music. Sandy thought
with pain: This is love-this is
beauty. I want this.
She said aloud: "Ramon-Oh,
isn't it lovely"
In these moments glad reckless
ness possessed her. She would turn
to him with vivid laugh: I'm
glad! I'll always beg
She was young enough to exult in
her defiance; to regard herself
free, brilliant being who dared to do
what others wished but feared. She
recalled characters in fiction =
women who were a law unto them
selves, Selling boldly the color and
vividness of life; leaving to the
paltry the meanness of reluctance
and remorse.
This moment of disturbing bea uty
with that sad, poetic tree. so still
there in its rocky cleft, was holier
thing than she would ever have
known if she had bowed She told
herself this and wondered why her
came to her eyes.
She leaned against his shoulder,
watching the fantastic imagery of
the water. $50
He said softly: There isn't any
thing I wouldn't do for you, Sandy
What, for instance?"
Everything. Sometimes I won
der If you care much-deeply-so
that you'd be willing to spend a
thousand lives with me?"
''Oh, not that many l don't think
I'd want thousand lives"
81 Would-With your'
you look SO tragic, Ramon, when
you speak so. Not like yourself"
IT not myself since I met you.
At least I'm not what | was before"
He turned her face upward. In
the moonlight his appeared white,
his eyes glowed and were soft in its
pallor. He gaZed at her, smiling:
81 m not what 1 was before, Sandy ,
You own me. Do you know this?
don't think except in terms Of you"
She gave a little shivering laugh. /.
The image of him SO burned on her
mind. Afterward-on many a tor
tured night she saw Ramon stand !
ing so-holding her face-kissing it.
Say that you love me. Sandy.
Why are you SO grudging?'
Don't 1 love you-mustnt I love
you?"
After this he was light-hearted
again the brown eyes were
sunny.
81 like you better gay. Always be
laughing, Ramon. 1 can't bear
mournful people. .
They rose early and went for a
swim in the chilly water. The air
was cold. and the sands under their |
feet were wet. They ran up and |
down, dashing back and forth into
the waves.
Its worth working all week for
a larky time like this. Ramon"
Its worth working all year. But /
we could have this time Just the
same if you stayed here and were
at peace"
And maybe having the villagers
coming down to inquire who the |
wild lady was that you kept i'm
INJURED in your ocean castle. And |
maybe dragging me out to get tarred
and featfered, Such is life! think |
like better coming in now and /
hen" she laughed. Then YOU
won't be so sure of me- You won't |
know for certain that I'll be here"
SO in the Week-ends he came to
San Jose. And in the evening thew
owe down here.
The Fourth of July came on a
Monday. Sunday night they were
Htting before a big fire. The phone.
graph was going. Sandy sang
soft, sweet cadence
Her hat and coat were flung on a
chair.
The legs were cracking and the
music filled the room.
They heard nothing till loud
knock came pounding on the door.
They sat upright. the color drop.
ping from their cheeks.
Ramon shook his head. II won't
answer it."
"They hear the music-they know
YOUR here
The knob ratified. She got up
she darted to the kitchen. Some one
called "Ray-ole fellow-let us inn
ITO Be Continued