The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-06-24

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warm. limp hands turning he,
around, making. her face him;
I'm tired--plcase--"
A smile half murderous, half in.
dulgent. "Tired? You've been away
three months and you're .tired?"
Her tongue rigid: "fes-tired-'
She backed from him. picked up hel
magazine. turned the pages. She
sat down. staring at \ picture. He,
breath heaving, bursting from her
He heard it. He pulled down his
cuffs. tore the links from them,
flung his coat to a chair.
She saw the blanched. furious look
Of him-lips muttering. He wen'
into the bathroom and began I'd
rave. moving about with savage
Intensity. He cut himself. jabbed
at the blood with a white pencil
cursed at the singing of it.
Raging. he came and sat on the
bed. his arms folded. He waited. He
Sandy stared with blind. dilatcd
eyes at the open book. She thought:
MY husband God, my husband!"
When he came with \ little spring
toward her she drew back. He
>natched at the magazine. He
Kissed: Get undrcssed! Get into
bed! You're tired! Get into bed!
She flung her head up-blazng
silent, daring him to strike.
He had hold Of her wrists. He
thrust them from him. snapped out
the light and got into bed.
Sandy sat there shaking-dc de-
mcancd and ashamed. The man
lying there on the bed with the com
forter up to his chin. breathing
more and more deeply, was worse
than stranger to her. He wa:
separated by all those CALLING out
RACES she charged against him;
separated by tho little dead child
dead because of him. Yet he could
bring her into this room, swing hel
about. compel her to face him. He
could close his lips on hers, smiling
murderous, posscssivc.
She sprang up, rigid. listening
quiet. Murillo snorcd. Sandy wen
to the bureau, found her scarf an,
hand bag. stole from tho room.
She went down To the lobby. my
mother is i'll. We want another
room," she said casually aud signed
the register: "Alice Mcneil" With
out looking up she laid Il five dollar
bill on the counter.
Following the boy down the hal
she was flash with apprehension
She locked the door quickly bchin
him, turned off the light.
She began to laugh softly. hys
tcrically.
.
At o'clock the next morning
Murillo awakened. He remembers
and felt quickly along the bed. II
turned angrily to the chair whcr
Sandy had sat.
Not there! He jumped up. alarm
ed, pulled on his clothes. He knockc'
at the next door: "Up yet? W.
want an early start. Is Sandy il
| there?'
"Why. no! Is she dressed SO
soon?"
| He didn't answer. He raced dow
ried out those threats of hers. Kille
herself. Ho would be blamed! II
would be disgraccd for life.
Sandy was sitting in the lobby
waiting. The sight Of her readin
that magazine Embossed a seethinl
fury. He checked himsclf-accostc
her. quiet. cold. smiling. "Did yol
| sit here all night?'
"No. was able to get room.
"You went to your mother?'
"No."
He glared as though he wishe
to STAY her. He said very softly
| you'll pay for this
| She smiled with assumed AFRO
gance. She was sick with disap
pointment. There would be no chanc
now for an amicable settlement n
| chance to tell him quietly they mus
part.
| Sitting beside him on the driv
homeward she wondered miserabl
if she might ask her mother to TAX
her home And the futility Of thi
hope at once crushed her. Isabe
| loved her. But she had gently re
fused to stand by her in this from
THE beginning. Even at the hospital
| she made Sandy return to her hus
band even then knowing that he
mind seemed almost broken.
No use turning to her mother ).
meet it herself.
When they stopped at the oil
house. white. rambling yet invitin,
in its old dilapidated garden. Sand.
put her arms around her mother
neck. kissed her with wildly beating
heart. She said with little laugh