The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-04-08
SANDY A..s snfs s5 acn MIekH'T;

has sense enough to know he can't
drag you back by main force.
Ever since that phony automobile
accident of his there have been
rumors that he's doing a bit of gay
phllandering on his own score. May
Arliss tells me that IIeinle Rivers
says he's having an affair with
Juanita Morales. What any woman
can see in him is certainly Il mys
terry. But Juanita Is flying about
here is the spiffiest little Marmon
sport car you ever saw. It's the ber-
ries! Gosh, what a loon you were
that you didn't work him to a fare
thee.well. Believe me, I'd have spent
some Of the Murillo ducats If Ia
soeh In your place. You wouldn't
see halfbreed like Juanita Morales
all snalled-up in the roadster that
ought to be mine.
Sunday when he called 7 said by
way of being gracious: Il hear you're
going to sell your house and all the
furniture. In that case I'd like
chance to bid on your wife's clothes.
There's a coat belonging to me
among them
He gave me a sweet, murderous
smile and answered: My wife's
clothes are no concern to you, Miss
Mcneil. I'll thank you to mind your
own business
ut certainly must give him q
Venomous thrill to feature you clerk
ing In a one-horse insurance stand.
Who In the world would have sup
posed you'd pick out jay town like
san JOSE With your looks I should
think you'd have hit for the city and
picked off stunning apartment for
yourself. / can't fathom what's got
into you. Surely not scruples after
the way you stepped before the we'd
ding bells rang out! How do you
figure that you've got anything to
lose now?
We'll, I'll write more as soon as
I get a chance to rest my weary
bones. Fate certainly handed the
McNeils a dirty deal I'll tell the
world"
The letter from Sandy's father
was more explicit:
Il ask you to forgot yourself and
return to your home. You are great.
~ needed here. Alice, poor girl, has
more than she can do and your
mother requires constant attention.
You were always her favortte and
she is grieving sorely over your long
absence. Come now or you may not
be in time to see her again. fear
she Is passing. You can be assured
won't interfere I'm your personal
affair, much as I deplore the blind
and obstinate attitude you are TAX.
ing"
So Sandy was now tossing her few
belongings into her suitcase, telling
herself excitedly: 1--WE got to go, !
can't refuse"
She ran the back Of her hand CON
temptuously over the crochet dolly
on the little horsehair rocker. Old
fashioned, musty room with those
idiotic gilded brackets. There'd been
pine cones gided, too, and sus.
pended from the chandelier when
Sandy took possession. Miss Crumps
the 60yearold maiden daughter,
now In possession Of this old home,
had a passion for gliding Any af-
ternoon you could come home and
find her In apron and gloves, the
smell Of turpentlne filing the house.
And there on the kitchen table
would be the saucer of gilt and the
ancient bronze clock due for a "lit.
tie touching up" rs Miss Crumps
would smillugly inform you. She
glded tables, chairs, picture frames.
cigar boxes-even the coal scuttle,
after the fashion of her mothers be.
nighted artistic sense.
Lord, anyone would be glad TO
get out of this" Sandy whispered,
swapping down the cover of her
suitcase.
But she folded her arms over it,
listening to the excited humping Of
her Misunderstanding her own breath
that became more and more hot and
difficult.
Il can't help IT." she protested
shutting her eyes quickly against
the truth that she saw yet wished
to deny.
This truth told her: You don't
mind the gliding! You wouldn't care
IL she gilded her teeth! You want to
escape! You don't want his love
1t weighs you down. You're afraid
Of it. You don't knoY where it's
heading. You want to get away"
The thought of Ramon troubled
her bitterly. Love that she had
craved as a radiant, uplifting joy
now weighed on her like a load of
iron, There was no longer thrill in
this secret intrigue. The fear of
discovery made Sandy unresponsive;
the fear Of losing her made Ramon
tragic. They got on each others
nerves. Then Sandy would say: TITS
not our fault Ramon--its the whole
meanness of it,"
And he would answer: Let us go
away. Will you come away with
me?"
Afflicted with the prospect of a.
whole life of concealment and sub
terfuge she would answer: Where
could we go? Oh, don't ask me