The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-06-28
"SANDY;; =; :;

napkin in her trembling hands. She
said. hoarscy: you're beside your.
SELL
I'm not, beside myself. But
I'm not going to sit here and have
you all calling me a welcher. Telling
me knew KNEW! OF cousse.
! should have known. Everybody
ought to know everything and there'd
be no mistakes made. Some things
you can't know! Could / know that
ne was going to tell me where to
head in on every Gods blessed
thing! Gould know he was laughing
up his sleeve at the visions / had
Of our marriage"
al Yosemite man picks up my
shawl when it drops, and I'm imme
diateIy called to our room and given
lecture on wifely Department. He
orders me to be more circumspect,-
not to flaunt myself before strangers.
Would he have dared that when we
were engaged?
And at Tahoe an acquaintance
offers his cigarette case. take one.
NY husband comes up and orders be-
lore every one; SANDY, put that
bacM Laugh. He snatches it
from me with . calm: 4 don't like
your conduct. ! don't wish you even
to pretend TO smoke!'
And at Riverside / dance twice
ready to kill me. He says before
fhiQ norfnotlu c,,lkvunl
your things! We're leaving!'
"Those are all very trifiing mat.
ters."
What's life but a trifle? II YOU
look at 1t that way what does it
matter whether an atom like Ben
Murillo or is happy"
Sandy was now glancing resolutely
ut her fork, the tines worn thin these
forty or fifty years. She wished
Alice would get finished drinking
tea! She didn't dare raise her ewes.
She whispered to herself hyste rical-
": Lord, Pm going to bawl! An
other minute and I'll bawl!"
Her mother beginning again. II
repeat. Sandy, these are ali trifles.
Every wife has to adjust herself to
the new life. The early years are
the hardest. After that"
"Oh, yes-after that, you die! All
the feeling and the defiance is killed
and you just hang on-a ghost,--an
unburied corpse. Women did that
years ago. They're not doing it now.
You can't tell US today that. it's a
holy and sacred union when two
people hate each other-when they
bring out all the meanest and ug-
Hest traits. You can't tell US we re
doing right to keep that up for life!"
II tell you, Sandy, that you must
rise to your problem. You must bear
and grow noble in the bearing Of
these little unpleasant traits in your
husband. In time you can change
him. And forget once and for all
this idea of divorce. You were in
full possession OF your senses when
you made your vows"
Maybe | was in full possession of
them. They didn't amount to much.
That's all I've got to say for them.
1t it's my senses that got me into
this jam, they're not going to keep
me in it. And Id never have mar
ried Ben Murillo if you hadn't all
treated me like scarlet sister be-
cause / got caught in storm. You
made me feel I'd dug the graves un.
der both of you. On, you did!
Il admit l was q weak little fool
to have fallen for it. ! made = mis-
take. Why do / have to spend the
rest OF my life abiding by it? Why
dan't wipe it out the same as
other errors are corrected? | don't
see why marriage with only two
people concerned should have to be
perpetuated when it's 3 grand fraud
like mine isl"
Mrs. Mcneil, very white about the
lips. her eyes -down, said thickly:
"Sandy. Promise to watt while"
II don't think you ought to ask
1t, mother"
II do ask it. Your family must
be considered and the principles you
we're taught. Will you promise me ?"
Sandy thought bitterly: "She
knows can't refuse her! She knows
I'm the dupe of my affections-Oh.
Lord"
She was subdued and uncommuni-
cative the rest of the hour she spent
in the old home.
Walking back she was burning
with agitation.
Toward 4 O'Clock that afternoon she
went out to the garden. It was
sultry-oppressivel warm. She be-
gan to pick sweet. peas.
She turned with that feeling of
impending evil one sometimes has.
Her mother was coming up the
road. She reached Sandy, gasping,
the perspiration running down her
cheeks.
"What in the world brings you
here, mother? You didn't walk all
the way?'
"Pert Of it. I--was--worried. You
didn 't-do-anything, Sandy?"
"Of course mott! OF course not!
Now you've worn yourself out!
Come int"
Sandy ran into the house fright
.ned' and shaken at the look on
Isabel's face. She searched for .
little brandy little wine. Murillo
had a good stock.
An empty bottle-three empty bot
les. She called to Ida. II think my
mothers going to faint. Where is
me damn stuff, anyway"
tits all locked up. Mr.. Murillo
has the only key"
"Oh. just like him!"
She brought a glass of water,
Isabel smiled. She seemed to re-
cover. Half an hour later Sandy
sent her home in, q machine that she
called. She told herself: "Poor dar-
ling Isabel. 1t was the he&t--just
the heat"
But early the next morning she
went to her mothers house. As she
opened the door she saw her sister
Madeline going up the stairs. Made
line was crying.
whats the matter? Lord, has
anything happeAed?"
Madeline swallowed bitterly. With
streaming eyes she glared 1t Sandy:
You're satisfied now! hope you're
satisfied now!"
(COntinued.)
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