The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-06-12
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She would shut her eyes longing fol-
its GOODNESS and peace to touch hef
Thoughts.
She was so tired with, the dark.
ness and weight on her. She forgot
that she had ever been glad.
In the neighboring yard children
were playing with . bean bag. Their
voices shrilled with laughter. Sandy
breathed heavily pressing her fin.
gers against her mouth,
It was three months since they
had brought her home. The day
she was to leave the hospital she
said to her mother: LET me 60 back
Her mothers lips had trembled
and she had bitten them. But she
stopped over Sandy and kissed her:
Everything is arranged, dear. Your
usband has made such plans. You
mustn't give in to your grief"
Then Sandy smiled. She smiled oil
the way driving home. She thought:
| I'm going to die as soon a. they
take me IN there. know I'll die"
And she looked forward to it.
That night when they were alone
Murillo pushed her chair to the win.
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we're going to begin all over again"
She shrank. She couldn't helm it.
Every time she looked at her hus.
band. she thought Of the name he
had called her and that he had said:
do you think I'd have . - like
you in my house?" She would never
get over this-never.
But he took her hand in his: "And
things will be different the next
time. Isn't it better, perhaps, that
the little one was taken? It was
so weak. You were so nervous and
hysterical all the time beforehand"
She interrupted with . little moan
ing: "Oh!" She thought bitterly:
II was the one who hurt it," She
fancied the baby in her arms and
whispered to it: "Oh, was the one
who killed you! hurt you'll
She felt the little body as it lay
that last moment against her breast
so Equiet-so cold. She oftened
awakened at night feeling it.
Now she tried to draw her hand
from Murillo's. But he said: "When
you're stronger, Sandy dear. you'll
see things in better light. Then
we may have another child. !. You
want this, don't your"
She put up her hand and hid her
face from. his eyes. .,. s..,v,l s
And for three months she lived.
dreading the moment when he would
claim her.
Whenever she heard steps ON the
grass she shivered. He often came
and sat next her, holding her hand.
He would turn the palm upward and
press his moist red lips against it.
She had to bear it.
Now she looked out to the water.
How blue and free the waves came
rushing to the shore. How often
she had ridden on their crests. A
year ago in the lazy summer after
moons she and Jimmy used TO strike
out. swimming--laughing-flirting.
Life was sweet then.
Sandy looked at her hands. They
were SO white and transparent. Now
tear fea on her knuckles. She
watched>it in surprise as it trickled
through her fingers. Crying-she
was crying. Crying because It was
not year ago.
She was 50 alone these days. No
one but her mother and Alice and
her Uncle Bob came.
She wanted no one. She thought
that she was dying. She wondered
how long it would take.
Once in 2 while she felt ! pity for
herself. And once In Q while
blaze Of anger. Then she thought Of
running away. She would 70 some
place where no one knew her. She
would shove behind her al this vio-
lent bitterness.
And she would begin. al her life
new again. She ives just 20.
Twenty" She often said this to
herself. And there was nothing BE.
fore her down ali the years-nothin1
but the companionship Of . man
grown hateful to her., Not even .
child now. oh, she would never have
another-never. =
The only times she wept was when
she thought Of this-having another
child to take the place Of the little
one that was gone. She didn't wish
its place TO be taken. She wanted
Tat! Tat emptiness and hurt 70 stay
But even her mother said: "God
viii send you. another child" Sandy
listened with her heart burning. The
was God they blamed for this mar
riage-and God who said she mustn't
rebel. That was terrible defiance.
God wanted her to be Murillo's wife:
wanted her to bow gently TO her
cross!
Isabel Mcneil said these things ID
her sweet, plaintive way.
And Sandy, fighting for strength,
would think blindly: II don't be-
lieve I'll It cant Be true'"
One night when she was home
four months she said to Murillo:
"Maii you let me 60 away for .
Where do You want to eo?"
I'D like to get ont on the ocean,"
well, III see about 1t. I may be
able 70 arrange It. Icant be gone
more than = month or two.
she said ,stillys = wsnt to 50
He grew pale. the long eyebrows
up and took her hands. ne drew her
to him. EMO. / don't think that
would be advisable, Sandy. You're 1
little; melancholy. You'll Get, over
this"
She said plsadinsIy: .Dont.. Ben
I'm tiredi" She thought: III WI
only die!"
Her imagination .tortured her in.
cfssA6tly. When he. held her hands
aAe remeni6ered the way; h. hSd
gripped her wrists. screamipg, "Whst
about mel Whist about mel
But he was Aoldihg herr and kiss.
1ne her. H. was aging. Yes:
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