San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-25


ing our love the sacred dream of a
better and not too distant day. To.
morrow at z.
IN wait. If it is S or o or u or /
oh, my dearest"
Sandy leaned against the desk. White
hot mists circled about her. She had
to breathe their heavy, overpowering
heat.
With her face averted she asked
in a distant, unnatural voice: Where
| did this letter come from? l never
/ saw this letter before"
And she was conscious of her un-
Gle coming to her, saying a thing she
only vaguely heard: His attorney
gave it to me. Did you read that
message across the top, the part typed
in red?"
In red, across the top of the lettei,
was note:
This is a sample of the evidence
we shall produce should your client,
Mrs. Murillo, care to press her suit
for divorce. We have ample proof
that this and our other evidence is
genuine. No doubt your client will
see the folly of her action. Should she
insist on the proceedings. we shall I'M
hesitatingly lay all cards on the Ia
ble."
All cards on the table. She strug-
sled to free her mind from the heat
and the faintness. This letter of la
mon's-when had he written it? How
did Murillo get hold of it? Lord. how:
And suddenly she remembered. Saw
him standing before the hatrack that
morning after she had written the let.
ter of dismissal: after she had re-
ceived the emerald.
Murillo had stood at the batrack
IN the old home, shuffling the letters
brought in the mail. How she had
flashed down the stairs aid snatched
them from him-his slow. disdainfuf |
smile; his malicious: "Ah. you have |
things to conceal, my dear:"
Already he had pocketed this let
ter; he had slyly removed it from the
stack. =.
So he knew-he knew. Not a detail /
escaped him.
And now, sickeningly, she recalled
that Ramon had talked of this letter
when he came on that wild night OF
wind and rain; when he stopped her
as she came from the movie with May
Arliss.
All. Ramon had waited at the pier
the previous evening. He had waited
till L O'Clock
She took the letter and twisted it
slowly. She twisted it as though it
were a living thing and she were
killing it.
Unknowingly, bitter. moaning sounds
moved on her lips. Then she put out
her hand.
1t was caught in that of her uncle.
Gently he took the letter from her.
smoothed it out. In the quietest
voice she had ever heard he asked
1T is true, Sandy? It's true. kid:"
She looked at him, distracted. She
said swiftly in a broken voice: "Oh,
yes. Why, yes, Bob-it's true
It's not signed
NO. it isn't signed. He didn't sign
1t. She began TO laugh. On. he
didn't sign his letters"
She pressed her palms against her
throat as though she wished to
strange her life out.
He says he has other evidence.
Ah-maybe he followed us. One night,
| was sure someone followed us
She now smiled. She reached for
her purse. She said: Il guess I'll
go, Bob. think I'll 90. It's close
i'll here-it's awiully close
The door was pushed open. Some
one that she only half recognized in
that first moment entered
She gave a cry and recoiled. seeing
those black, arching brows, hearing
that soft. insinuating voice: And
will you press your suit. my DEAR
Bob Mcneil sprang between Sandy
and her husband.
Murillo advanced slowly. He smiled.
Perhaps you will now consider the
proposition ! made you some time
ago. my dear:
Il repeat il. ] am willing 10 over.
look these little peccadillos Of yours.
did il once before. He
laughed mockingly-"Ah-that limo
cent night in the cabin married a
cOurtesan, 4 courtesan. I'll now
A blur-a plunge. the scuffling Of
feet-out shot Bob McNeils two arms.
The hands elencbed on MurillO's
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