San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-27

The first of November they moved
him. He got relapse.
He didn't know whether he'd writ
ten all those months or not. He
thought that he tried TO. He recalled
dreaming of writing-dreaming that
she came TO visit him and carried him
off in cool white ship: that she
lifted him bodily and carried him rs
though he were feathers weight to
this ship of hers that she said to him
many times, "Now I will have a per-
fumed breeze blow-I will have it
blow this heat away and you'll be
cured S
He looked down at her. laughing
Wasn't that odd, Sandy? But I've
always associated you with fragrance.
One dream that filled me with peace
was of you with starlight and mist in
your hair"
She said in a pinched, forlorn way,
1T must have been awful to be so il
and so alone"
1T was awful. What made you
think I'd married!"
You wrote about a girl you met
the girl who looked like me. After
that / didn't hear. All that time 1 got
no word. OF course, l thought you'd
married.
Unconsciously her voice rose on a
high, accusing note that brought his
eyes to hers.
The pallor of his skin became lead.
en-. did you hope for my marriage,
Sandy? You speak as though you
are angry because I've come back to
you"
ITO me. Ramon: Oh no. Not to
me-"
They were driving out Jackson
street, past the beautiful homes that
look across the Preside trees TO the
clean blue straits and the nude, i'm
posing bulk Of the Marin hills.
He smiled vaguely repeating: "Not
TO you. Sandy: Why, then, did
come: All, why else:'
He stopped the car on the crest Of
that noble hill at Broadway and d.!
visadero. In a vista Of swinging beauty
went the Golden Gate, the proud lit
tie islands and beyond this the gleam-
ing white of cities magical and ell
chanted by the distance. The Cam
panile against its many, many hills
was slim tower of light; farther on,
Diablo doomed massive and black.
He now sat with his profile towarI |,
her. IL had a set, anguished looked. |
She couldn't tell whether this was due /
TO his appealing thinness but he
seemed eaten as from within. She re-
called the phrase of his letter: You |
are burned in me, Sandy-burned in |
TO the fiber of my being. 1 can't give
you up. You can never be released"
She was torn between resentment !
and pity. This Ramon now sitting at !
her side was so ruthlessly different /
from the Ramon she had sometimes /
pictured. She had fancied him happy |
careless and gallant as he had been |
when she first met him in the islands. |
She had pictured him married to
beautiful girl; buying lovely gifts for
her-bronzed and laughing.
Suddenly she leaned over and gent
ly told him this. She said resolutely
Ives, l hoped for it. With all my |
heart ] hope for il. Ramon. l have
nothing for you. Nothing for anyone
His eyes focused desperately on her |
hand as it rested on his. He wet his |
lips, drew them in slowly. Once she |
had thought his lips too full. They |
were narrow now. Without looking |
at her, he spoke a piercing |
monotOny that made her feel lonely |
made her see vast, devastated fields:
And that's what you thought OF |
me. Sandy: Isn't it strange i can't |
accept this: That all the while I've
been away I've thought of you as
mine-gladly mine. All the while |
lay i'll, the vision of you kept life |
in me. You called me as you calico |
that night. Other incidents fade. This
one remains-immortal-
"You could think Of it. Sandy, and
wish me married TO another!
She felt all at once as hard as a
stone. She said, flashing: Yes
/ wish YOU married to another! DO /
YOU think I like this weight Of pain:
Like running your life. Why should
you think Of me? Everything is hope
less for me. You come. You don't
top to consider all that may have
happened since you left. You think
we can 20 back TO that moment! Oh,
Ramon, we can't.
A peculiar ughtness went over MS
Inns. and brows: "All that has hap
pened since left, Sandy: There Is
another. is there? Someone else: And
YOU care for him"
mo! No onei There can't be-
And he that you were with last
who kept you long past
She turned on him angrily.
An unhappy flush stole to the. roots
# his hair. He said. pleadingly:
Don't be angry with me, Sandy.
came last night-got here just as you
were stepping into the machine j. g.
lust as you started off. waited
bourg. thinking you would return 4
longing to hear your voice; consumed (
with the wish TO see you. You don't |
measure the agony Of these months Of
waiting.
II went TO Santa Barbara first:
had the telephone girl phone your
sister. She gave me your address.
! drove from early morning yester-
iay 10 reach here. Then i saw you
IT was only friend Of Judith's."