San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-28
Ramon Worth's Return
Adds to Sandy's a.
Troubles.
CHAPTER 80.


His hands grew rigid on
the wheel; a flame lit his set
face. The car flew under the
burning impetus.
Sandy fought against furi-
Gus, desperate tears, order
ing sharply: "Take me
home! / wish to go home"
His eyes blazed.
"You have no right to do
this, Ramon"
They swerved, shot on stupidity.
"God-don't you see that man? You
almost got him--that old man"
II saw him"
"Oh, Lord, you'll kill someone! Ra-
mon, go slow!" Sick with alarm, she
slid down, gritting her teeth. Once
she glanced at his emaciated features.
A wave Of pity swept her.. as it he =?
Is it really he?" And she wanted sur
denly to tell him she was sorry, bitterly
sorry. He was ill-worn mentally and
physically. He should be in bed with
someone caring for him.
They circled the Preside, taking
the steep, ill-kept road leading to the
old fort.
A wind blew. 1t swept the waves
against the wall, making more bleak
and deserted the aspect of the old brick
stronghold. The waves were white
and high and went buffeting remorse-
lessly against the rocks.
How it blows" she thought DESC
lately, watching the whipping gray wa
tiers. always blowing"
And, overborne with sense Of lone
liness, with the impression of his des-
perate misery, she touched his cold,
rigid hands, still clenched at the
wheel.
Ramon, this is no way for us TO
meet-for friends like us
He shut his eyes. "Why did you
lie to me, Sandy? 7Ob. God, don't flare
up! Yop blame me for loving you
for not putting away the thought Of
you. Put away the thought of you
after an we've been to each other:
1 have no right to want you? / have
You gave it to me-"
She glanced at him coldly: "Yes, !
gave it to you, little thinking you
would torture me thc-rest of my life."
He made harsh, gasping sound,
and clopped his hand over his mouth.
BE sat there with his eyes closed. his
gaunt hand pressed against his lips.
Finally, with his head lowered. he
began speaking. Twice his voice broke.
Il don't want TO torture you, Sandy.
You have no idea what this absence
has been to me. You don't know how
the emotions play on one in an ILL
ness--the dreams Of you, the hopes
OF you. 1t seems you don't care. But
how ! pictured you; how walked the
deck lost in visions Of you. Once you
and / stood on ship in the NOON
light. You turned to me-your hands
went to my neck. You kissed me. 4
remember that.
Every night was that night. Every
night your pale, wondrous face was
lifted to mine-gladIy, luringly. could
not wait TO get here-see you-hear
you-take you in my arms. And how
It isl
His profile seemed etched in stone
cold, brown stone. He reached down
and took her hand, turned. it slowly,
wonderingly, in his. 1--WE thought of
you as married to me, Sandy. / belong
to you and you to me. You want me
to give you up to another? / don't
think i can. / can't live and give
you up"
Her heart stormed and cringed and
protested. He had no right to hold her
here-drown her in this forbidding
desolation-force her to bend to his
will!
She thought of Douglas. Was he
waiting? What would he think-but
she wouldn't see him again-she might
never see him again. She had a fright
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