The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-06-04
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Chapter II.


His emotion was tinged with cx-
ultance. This proud, vivid creature,
who had Houted him SO insolently,
yet whose beauty maddencd him,
was now his-hound irrevocably. He
could afford to be magnanimous.
He stopped down, letting her hair
brush his checks He slipped his
hands under her arms She moved a
little, the blood surging to her face.
I'm so proud, Sandy: you don't
know how proud this makes me-"
And he went on talking like this, as
though she were honorcd to please
him.
She said: "Im tircd-awfully
tired. ! hope you'll not tell any one
else. Please DON'T"
why? Aren't you gald. Sandy ?
Aren't you overjoyed about ity'
She made no answer. She looked
out to the waters with the light
swinging like pendulum over the
waves. She tried to unclasp his
hands.
He kissed her. "Of course you're
proud. Sandy. know you are"
1t was futile to resist him. She
understood this with shivcrsng
completeness.
Early in the morning she went
| softly through the garden TO the
road. The first touch of winter was
| in the breeze and in the gray ripple
Of the waters. She held out her
hand as though she expected it to
rain. She blinkcd-wa1kcd on dis.
tractcdly. She said to herself. at
doesn't mattcr-nothing matters
And she fought desperately agains,
her sick, furious rcscntmcnts. She
stccled herself to endurance.
That evening. Murillo took a little
box from his pocket. opened i,
slowly. glanced indulgcntly at Sandy
"Do you know what have here p
In his ccremonious way, he reached
for her hand, slipped a ring on tho
little finger. 1t was n pretty stone
set with cmcralds to match the
bracelet. He waited. expecting, some
ingly: "Not such bad idea Il
please me a little. is il, Sandy?"
With an effort she checked The
hot rctort. kept her eyes. down. Fol
five months-nearly six he had hu.
inflated her in money matters. She
hadn't a dollar in her purse. Nov
The would act the prince :. show
..her how fine he could be when she
kowtowcd to him.
a touch of injury!
ooh. yes; the rings lovely. cam
say Pm thrilled with your presents
ltion speech"
The long eyebrows went up inquir
ingly. ''
Sandy laughed. you'll have t,
pardon me. Benny. but can't shar,
your belief that was created fol
the sole purpose of giving delight t.
one Benvchuto Murillo."
| She twisted her finger, gave al
Iimpudcnt grin.
| Murillo shrugged. Then he wa.
smiling again. "Havc your own way
SANDY You will anyway. Oh, befor,
l forget it, I've asked my family t,
dinner Sunday. They've roverjoycd.
She was stunned. "You dom
mean you've told them! You surcl!
haven't told them already"
"Wihy mott"
II asked you not TO-"
"You can hardly mean that yo,
wish me to hide the fact. You wan
me to keep it from my family?"
Tears flew to her eyes. She said
trembling, "What business is it o
theirs ~
"What business Of theirs? Your
not thinking of what you say. See
ing that I'm the only Murillo in thi
generation. it is certainly matte
Of family interest"
| She had q vision Of the whole Mu
rillo family-the mother. q brown
shrinking little body. with snappint
black eyes and thin parchment lips
the three sisters, all Of whom wOr
q great deal Of jewclry and wcr
very ELUSIVE: the aunt, who wa
lpatronizing and n0sey. Sandy had
picture Of these Murillos coming u
one by one and officiousIy congratu
lating her as Beatrice had alread,
done. ,sSSf
She said nervously: "Cau off tina
dinner, Ben, pleased"
Saturday morning she heard hin
giving orders to the maid. She askc,
flamingly: "Are you ,.having you
people here Tomorrow night!
II asked you not to-"
He smiled. patted her hand: Now
don't get excited. Certain thing
must be DONE"
I
She walked out of the room, tear
burning her eyes. But she held he
head insolcntly high, knowing all tn
while that her bluff was called. Tn
feelings that she had frightened hel
Try as she would she couldn't mas&e
them. She hated INUNDATED tn
whole arrogant tribe Of Murillos-
resented violently the fact that no,
made her doubly one Of them.
i It made no difference how man
times she said to herself that sh
would do her share; that she wa
going to he game. No amount .
reaso ming vanauished her emotion,
When he came slowly behind her, .
he had habit Of doing, and slippe
his hands under her arms or whea
he looked at her with those langpit
lpossessive eyes, as though her beau
Ity were thing Of HRS creation, sh
wanted to scream: "Stop looking .
mel Stop paving mel III 20 on
of my mind!" When she saw hin
lin the middle Of the afternoon
stretched. on a-couch, his jaw fallin
sleepily, q magazine Of fervid storic
droppin1 from his hand, she c0uldn'
bear TO remain In thu same room. .
Thefe was no argument about II
he filled her with aversion. An
this was terrible enough, but TIL
lthing that filled her with unbearabl
ipanic WAS the hosbiiity she felt TO
{N6rd tho child. She dreaded thu
MT would reseEjbls him. She wen
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