The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-05-29

finds her and warns her Of search
being made by her parents. Sandy
tells Judith she cannot go with Muril-
| 10, but she does accompany him to
| their honeymoon retreat. Later at
Lake Tahoe. Murillo criticizes her
conduct in the hotel as unladylikc
and angry words o., both sides follow.
Sandy flees on ii right train for
Santa barbara. leaving note for
GO ON WITH THE STORY
Chapter IL.
Muf1llo turned Sandy's card in
dumbfoundcd blankness. He stared
at it, hypnOtized with establishment
SLOWLY his eyes narrowed till they
we're glowing through narrow Sits
in mounting, inscnsate rage
The card said: "Hcre are your
gifts. I'm leaving. Nm not coming
back. My parents can do nothing
to change me. Don't try to force
me. loathe YOU. | mean positively
to die rather than be wife to you
again."
The blood rushed to his face. Die
before she'd be wife. to him again?
He shook with the terrible insult
the incredible outrage to his pride
of person. He raised his foot,
brought it down in british way,
grinding it as though Sandy lay on
the floor--grinding his boot, on that
| white throat of hers.
He lost all control of himself,
growing murderous with his shock
ing w0und-frightful, assaulting, be-
yond acceptance. She loarhed him +?
The --- He shook his hands in
the air. Hideous names curlcd under
his tongue; names he called Sandy.
He had hold of her. clawing his fin
NGcrs in her shoulders, kissing vile
names in her face.
Suddenly he stopped. transfixcd
with horror. A picture flashed into
his mind. The picture of Sandy step
ping from the train. her head tilted
upward IN that arrogant way of hers
stepping from the train. saying
with shrug: "My husband? Yes,
I've left him"
He would be made ridiculous-a
laughing stock. He'd married her
after that scandalous affair. And
she jilts him! Run away on the
honcymoon--stcals out insthc middle
Of the night. Uses him rkicks him
aside. He would be jcered at. That
whole crowd of hers would smoker
when he. passed.
He took the card now, tore it
slowly to shreds. Dots Of foam
flccked his lips. Shed left and wasn't
coming back? She loathed him
He'd show her! Shed learn who to
fool the next time. the! He SAW
himself confronting Sandy, holding
her in his arms; bending that 1.-THE
body of hers backward till the proud
defiant mouth screamed with pain.
She was his-HIS!
He was now racing into his clothes,
| mumbling to himself. Where was
she I? How far had she gone? Had
she left on the train already? He
would have annihilated space. trans
ported himself to the one spot where
Sandy was--crushcd her.
As he dressed he opened many
drawers, pulling out shirts, nccktics,
socks. Clothes Uttered the FLOOR in
a violent disarray. The gown Sandy
| had worn last night-thc pansy col
Ored thing that made her so appeal
ing with those haunting shadows to
her eyes-drcpped from it's hanger.
Murillo saw her as she stood mo-
tionlcss, blazing at hinl-saw her as
she tore the rings from her fingers
as she Haunted past him. The
| Thought of liner beat ~ madlened
| him. She'd fling the wedding ring
in his face? She was his WIFEi
He laughed. Shed be his wife again!
Six o'clock-.the mission bells ring
! ing through the still morning air
sweet, familiar discordance. Many
"a time their sound had reused Sandy
to the sun floating across her pill
low; a bird twittering on the window
still and all the Tilt Of summer days.
| She listened to them now Two
months ago they had rung for her.
| She had gone down the narrow aisle
on. her fathers arm and people whis-
pcred: "Lovely--oh, isn't she lovely!"
| Music and the scent Of flowers
bridalf1ilies so white and the orange
blossoms in her hair.
| Now she was returned. Home
I again. Twenty-Five hours ago she
had put aside her marria@e-,gliding
past the. bed where Ben Murillo lay
/ sleeping. She had left her husband.
! In a panic of nervous haste Sandy
stepped from the train. She glanced
anxiously at the little group about
the statipn-mcn taking off freight;
a boy bringing up the mail bag. She
went rapidly toward the hills.
Nice coming in so early. No one
about. Sky and water q crystalline
blue; hills as brown.
Two blocks from the old rambling
white house, Sandy halted. She
opened her purse. looked in its mirror
searchingly. "Why am frightened? -
she murmured ,uncasily. She was
worn and shaking. cts because
didn't sleep. I'm not afraid What
can they do"
She Jagged. She would steal quietly
through the side door. so and sit in
the chilly back parlor till breakfast
time; sit there before that picture of
the first Angus, with his long beard
and sharp, domineering eyes.
Eyes like her fathers. Sandy saw
Ehcr fathcr-had vision of him as
he would pull his napkin from his
meek to stare at her qucstioningly; as
he would coldly say: you've left
your husband, have your You've
come back to NET"
She veered suddenly, found the old
back gate and the path hidden in
the grape vines. Wast here-just as
we'll wait till her father had gone
for the day.
Warm-quiet-humm birds in
the flaunting nasturtiuAls. Sandy
brushed off an old apple box, sat
down quietly. Down the path, NEW
ing softly, came the white mother
cat. She rubbed against Sandy's
knee, gave = light jump, settled in
Sandy's lap.
Sandy warmed her hands in the
soft fur. She said again and again:
Hello, old cat!3 Know me, don't
Isyou?" She kept blinking. standing
up nov, and then for = quick look
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