The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-07-26
"SANDY"
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Ill NSoHtIHueO from rage
dlth's face.--oh. Lord. if ne guessc,
that Judith loved hint"
i Then they rode out To the Marina
X was raining--a fine, gray mis-
That whirled in ,reat. siivery wheels
over the waters. Sandy thought q
the night Of the housewarnring
when all the guests were gone ant
she had stolen to the big room or
the third f,co-
| new utterly alone she had lei,
watching thM pale finger of ligh,
trace across the sky. And rs She
stood there SO, suddenly and shyly
Ike the opening Of petals, like the
| huuer OF y song, u faint stir touch
| ca along her nerves. Arresting, deli
cate. unique-the stir Of life
notes of music dropping on her heart.
49, Then she was no longer alone.
Then she was filled with this warm.
yearninR sweetness.
Even as now. She closed her eyes.
drawing . deep, unconscious sigh.
This happiness would not pass. This
happiness was hers. She felt sud
denly an ImpefiOus need Of assur-
ance.
She reached one soft hand upward
ana laid 1t against her cheek. Doug
las. If the noblest and sweetest
woman IN the world came and said
she loved you. would you still think
of me :"
said it,
but IL someone bettcr?" And
now both hands touched his face,
heId u while her eyes searched and
pleaded: IF someone better? Oh.
somebody fine like Jude?"
Her lips trembled. Then her eyes
closed. feeling the sweep Of his arms
The laugh Of his lips against her own:
IF all The women in the world---if
the five hundred wives Of Solomon
came
ut would still be ]. Doug? l..
first! You see I've always been so
near to happiness and always Just
He saw the tears trembling on her
!ashes-saw the wilderness of herl
lips. He said between q laugh and
cry: you poor little kid! But
you wont miss it this time. I'll
make up to you for all that. Sandy |
for every last bit of it"
~ wish you'd say that ten Thou
sand times. Douglas. You don't love
me Is much rs love you. You
couldn't! No one in the world loves i
AS ! love y0u!"
And that night. too. Sandy stood
at the window, her eyes filling be.
cause of all that music in her heart.
II cant help it," she murmured:
II can't help it! It's mine! It's
0urs!" She found it SO easy to laugh
still to cry.
They went on seeing each other
every day--growing ncarer--growinp
happier until the very summit of Joy
seemed theirs.
In the end Of January Bob Mcneil
sent . wire to Sandy: "Come down.
.his weekend, will you! Unlocked
FOR complication. Don't. get too
alarmed: Fear counter charges"
Saturday Sandy was hack IN Santa
barbara: She stood in the office Of
Bob Aanded her . letter: "See here,
little kid-don't get SO white. he
'ays< he has the goods on you. III;
NOV it's a lie. But read this"
Standing there with those burning
words lcapin8 from the pages. Sandy
cit the desoaeti0n that is death.
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rom kAmon-written last December
efore That finaA farewell OF theirs
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