The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-04-13

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us. / know now-and your great
ness taught 1t to me-all the fine,
beautiful phases of life that are
closed to me. They're closed ulti.
mately. I'm not going to try to
seize again. For I see the futility
and the madness of this. thought
could take gaily-joyously.
cant, No one can unless they are
very callous,
II said had no regret. should
say none but one. 1t Is for you.
You tell the that last year when this
began l was married and so have
no right now to end it. That is
true. l turned to you and took ad-
vantage Of you, rejoicing in all your
goodness, perhaps because I needed
it so much, never thought to give
you a hurt that you can't seem to
MASTER
Going on with It wouldn't alter
this. We can't go on with it,
Things that are stronger than our
selves interfere, You know this.
And that's why It's so much better
that we part now while there Is
still beauty IN the feeling we have
for each other than to go on be-
coming more and more hopeless
more and more resentful until final
ly we would hate the thought Of
each other,
IT wish that you could be content
with a friendship Why need we
blot each other out Of existence be-
cause one relation between us has
failed? You gave a great deal to
me. If I gave anything to you why
can we not think of each other
kindly and happily2 Why can we
not be glad for what we've had and
meet like friends who no longer
travel the same road, but whose
paths cross now and again for a
blithe hour of happy remembering?
Because we were once so much to
each other, Is it necessary that be-
ing less than this all, we must be
nothing? That is a petty way-an
ungrateful attitude for the joys that
have been ours
so write to me, Ramon, and tell
me you're happy-tel me you un.
derstand, You know in your heart
as well as I that this end had to be,
For you it is much better, You
are worth a more substantial rela,
ton than I can offer, You are bet,
ter free of me, Don't you see this?
If not now-you will, l hope So"
She mailed this, She felt relieved
"A warm and aching relief.
The same morning that Sandy
mailed this letter she received one,
Slowly the blood went burning to
her cheeks. She wondered If there
We're some way she could intercept
her own message keep him
from reading it. Her fright re-
turned.
This was the letter Ramon wrote:
I am going away, dearest of
mine, for a little while. Because I
don't want to make things hard for
you. And because I cannot remain
within travelling distance and keep
away from you. I've got to put the
wide ocean between us.
I'm going, hoping for you, wait.
ing for you, living for you. AS long
as have this much I wont de,
spair. When 1 left you the other
night and you seemed so burdened,
SO anxious to be free-even a little
glad to have me gone-that night
/ Tor a few hours l was determined to
get out of your way and in such a
manner that never could bother
you again.
Then l began to consider your
side of it -. how worried you are
how much you have at stake
and L remembered your lips on nv
eyes. I think this kept me from
the madness. believe you care for
me. You must. Don't you? Write
and tell rue that I count for some.
thing in your thoughts-that YOU
love me-you want me-that some
day We'll be together and it will he
for always.
l go away, believing this--count
ing on this-dreaming of this in
every waking hour You are all of
life to me. / would suffer pain,
lnconceivable pain, to make Won
happy 1 would be glad to dc
this.
Life would be utterly meaning.
less to me with the hope and the
dream Of you gone. Sandy-what
q power-what terrific power YOU
have over me! When you fash out
sometimes the way you do-when
you fling from me with that quick,
determined step of yours, I want to
drop dead. I have a morbid horror
or dlspleasing you. 1t is a pity that
L am so much under your heel
darling Of mine-dear thing of mine.
But I'm glad to be there-glad to be
on my knees to you. Only let me
stay so.
'Write-please-tell me to hone
tell me to yearn. . say that tonnor-
row we shall meet You kissed me
you put your dear, soft hands on
my face. I feel them-I laugh
feeling them.
Wear the ring for me-and
think OF me. I'm waiting here un.
I'll your answer comes"
A cold sweat dotted her forehead.
She couldn't reach himAcouldn,t
stop him from reading that letter.
And when he read it, his hone
would Vanish-he would be plunged
INTO a mood of black dependence.
She went to the pubic telephone
and tried to get him by wire. He
was not in.
He'll do it this time-Oh, Iordp'
She walked half blinded up the>hill.
She wrote to him "Rut II ,,-il1