The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-07-15

Immediately started on another
track.
"Forgive my outburst, Miss Dean,
he said. "Of course you know that
am very much worried about the loss
and you think l ought to have moth.
ing but desolation all the days OF
my life. do you! shouldn't think
that's very mother-like.
but If I cant 60 free--at least
can live in peace. II had . child
and any man treated her ms he treat.
ed me | would fight for her to the
end of time. And I'd want her ia
know what gladness could be.
love you, Isabel, and it breaks my
heart to have to stay away always
But I'm going to. Ny plans are ali
very carefully worked out know
just what I'm going to do"
She paused here. She gave q low
shaky laugh. seeing herself an exile
shut off on this lonely coast with
the days and days Of solitary wan.
dering up and down the beach-rir
and out Of the forest-hours sitting
"That's my life!" she thought, he,
heart humping in terror. "Fron
enow ont"
| Chapter 60
! A month passed. She heard M
word from her mother. The let
tiers from Alice came at longer inter
+, vala.
''Soon they'll forget me-" Sand,
thought. and she grew sick with
the c0ldness in her heart.
i r. Al 4
/ Saturday. Then Ramon came.
| Friday was terrible day. Sh<
would sit ut the typewriter holding
J ing to ignore the quickness OF heI
breath, the burning and unrest. She
would give up and 70 to walk or
! the beach. Then the thoughts anl
| questions pushed down with such
desperate resolution broke leash.
"Where are you. Sandy Mcneil!
What have you done? Where is thi.
going to end? Where CAN it end 2
And shocking phrases leaped t.
her tongue; phrases to character
herself and her position here in thi.
house Of Ramon's.
At night she stood before a mir.
r0r, lost in the contemplation O1
her, own image. She would smile q,
the pale, vivid face before her, think
! ing how young II seemed, how sweet
and untried There she was-jus,
like that. No other Sandy existed
Y no reckless spirit who had thrown
/ caution to the winds. She was this
girlish image.
| She bowed to it, assuming many
different expressions. talking ab
sently.
!; "Girls adore themselves. Every
girl. no matter how plain, can ses
attraction in her own face. Elst
! why do we. look at ourselves 81
much? think I'm beautiful. Ny
| eyes are .entrancnig. Alice has thu
same thoughts. I've caught her gaz.
ing at herself ages It a stretch
She thinks she's far better looking
than l."
Her pulse would begin to bee'
very quickly because these words
were spoken to conceal her agita
ton.
The agitation rose. She saw he,
own expression grow tense, thu
cords Of her throat tighten. Sh.
murmured: II look just the same
saying this! As though cared
But l don't It was inevitable. 1
was fated from the beginning. II
the cards for met"
She meant by this her relation
/, with Ramon was foredoomed. Sh,
sometimes felt she'd been prophet
ically aware Of it from their frs
meeting; she'd been certain Of 1
from the night on the boat when he
hands had so impetuously reaches
1 to his neck-when she kissed him il
cthat moment Of intoxicating. reck
less joy.
So now it had happened. She ID,
awake smiling against this clasl
and fever.
Then he came. They drove an,
walked and swan. She abandoned
herself to the piddy delight Of com
panionship. the Joy On someon'
striding along ut her side; someon
STOPPING unexpectedly for . swift
This is living, This is gay An,
free and sweet. "A right to it? VIII
gives q damn whether we've . RICH
to it OF. not! doh't!" She sal
this to him once % she came laugh
ing out Of the water.
nc VeSu SS!sSSS"' Ac wSe"s
II wish we had . right to 1t, San
dy. ] WISH we could get the RICH
.We have. We think We have
What else counts :"
'SNothine nothing! We can shu
out the world. We can live just TO
each : other"
| She became oppressed. SHORTLY
after this the woman 1T the post
office said to her: Are you keep
ing the cottage through the sum
liner
"I'm not sure" Sandy answered
hastily.
II was wondering IL you wer
leaving: In fact. ! thought YOU he.
gone . I |! {. t !. 9, sev Mr. WORT
Sandy turned her letters in I pre-
tended absorption, feeling the bloo'
creep h0tly to her cheeks.
| "0h. did your" 8he ripped opel
an envelope. hurried from the place
She became self c0hseious, .
though the whole village had foun'
her out. They had all seen RAnhol
1-the4 all knew he vas there on Sat
urdsy and Sunday. There would 3
rum0rs Of her 80. ugly thing
said.
| .But you don't care" voice r.
minded.
j mo. Z don't carel ~
i And the woman In the postoffice--
alt the men and women who Nigh
talk of her becahe hideous.
i 1hAy awore u oGnAl a,tIoted -dead
| They wereS living In the past. The,
Aad no youta-no emotions.