San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-25
Sandy Sees Possibility Of
Divorce From Murillo
i Grow More Remote.
CHAPTER 81

The letter Bob Mcneil
handed her was a typewrit-
ten copy of a letter from Ra-
mon-written last December
before that final farewell of
theirs "a wild, distracted
letter.
"You are sending me away.
You are glad to have me go.
And you mean this parting
to be definite and conclusive, without
one spark of hope for our love.
Quietly and coldlv you dismiss me.
You say / shall be better free of YOU.
So I am to go. am to let you pass
from my life. / am to do this grace
fully, as though my love were but a
rose worn on my coat. i am to take
it off, grateful for the fragrance of
yesterday.
"Sandy, do you know what you are
doing? Do you guess what you have
asked? Let you go? Easier far to
let life go.
"Free Of you! can never be free.
Your hands have reached to my in
most spirit. They hold me. They will
hold me always. Yet you ask that /
wave gallant soodby as though DO iy
and soul of you were not Joined ir-
revocably to mine.
"God! Sandy, can you think Of that
night when you ran to me in the rain !;
when your dear, loved hands reached
out; your sweet. dear voice called.
You called me back-a song riding IN
the wind-a music thrilling through
the storm. The wind is melody since
then. You called me TO you; to what
heights of a joy now maddening to
the memory to boundless, undreamed-
of gladness your love. Sandy.
"All of it mine. Mine for hours and
days and months-nearly a year.
"And now you want it ended.
"Ended. / say this frightful word.
My mind is black. am afraid-not
for myself, but for the harm / may do
to you--you, loved and lost.
II. sit here fighting to control my
self-to do nothing that can lay
wound on your heart.
"But / am unable to think, because
flames leap in me-the white, deadly
flame of insanity and despair.
"You tell me to go. DO you know
20 uare telling me to die? I don't
mind. In few moments it would be
over. ] will die. / plan this.
"And then returns the image of you,
the face of you. i see you that mid
night when we stood against the cy-
press tree. You called it lone, poetic
tree. The moon made lighted figures
that flashed across the waves.
1--WE watched and then you looked
at me. see your pale. wondrous face
and the smile Of it as / kissed you.
You said: This is beauty: this is
sweeter and finer than anything I've
ever known
Can get free Of this? Can l put
this image from me?
"Cand you? Sandy, can you forget
ALL THIS?
Much easier to tear my heart out
bodily, tear out all the nerves of my
body, than to take from my spirit the
thought Of you. You are burned in
me. Life cannot release the one or the
other of us. / hold you burned in the
very fiber Of my being. You are there.
II / go-if / die, then you must also
die. We are one!
Sandy, you know it. What you
gave was love. You don't want to
take it back. And you CAN'T! You
are sending me away because you
think it better-better for both OF us.
You think of me first and yourself
second. You say my life is marred
because of you. Let it be marred. Let
It be ten thousand times marred.
"I1l go away. I'll wait through
long, bitter years. Only let me hope.
Time cannot be long that holds the
mad, sweet, joyous
thought of your returning.
"Let me see you once again. An
hour-a moment. One word Of hope.
Tomorrow j will come--for that one
brief instant that shall tell me to go
trusting in you-tell me to go hold
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