The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-04-20
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THE STORY so FAR ~.
SANDY MCNEIL in love. with lie
marries BEN MURILLo. rich ltal an
TO please her Impoverished family ~; ,rr dYs
t.oll9w. son dies at birth, , BOB ENC MG-
NEIL, her uncle. aids in plans 1or SaloS
d her Tb m9th sc t %et af R&M fE6S %o Hn
who saves her life in the surf. On the
sgnie, steamer home. he dec ares his love S
JUDITH MOORE, cousin tells sandy
love is everything. MurillO oyertakes
her as she goes for tryst win ha RAJ On
is giving for her friends Alter tne
party he strikes. her. She leaves his
house and accepts, the kindly attentions ems
OF Ramon, whose home she shares she
spending occasional week-ends with Ra;;
mon at his home. She L sum il1oGss
She meets Murillo and refuses TO live
with him. A few days later she ANA ana
ann meet ,I to Say F Se f3gycra SANDY
Judith Moore, plans to have Sandy live
~ ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE
CHAPTER LXXV
1t was Judiths first love-the love
that comes to youth at IL Every
one knows how holy this can be,
how poignant and how sweet
During four years Judith dreamed
and lived and was consumed in it,
Sometimes when he caught her hand
suddnly and the blood flew happily
to her cheeks she wanted to toss her
head back and shout: "Oh, how l
love you, Douglas Keith!' But Jud-
It'll was bred in a home OF stern re-
preston.
Sandy might stand on the pier il.
the moonlight and wait with half
shut eyes and frank, eager lips for
q mans kiss. Judith blushed, ac'
knowledging even to herself that she
longed for the moment when this
dreamed-of joy would be hers; when
he would turn with that high, sweet
look TRANSPORTING his face to say:
Jude, it's been you all along-you
I've been searching for. You notice
I've always come back to you. You
are the only one that counts--the
only one that lasts"
So now her heart waited. She
scarcely dared to breathe, her eyes
lowered as before some sacredness
and beauty.
With an almost fainting shock she
heard him say: Gee! what's the
matter, Jude? You're awfulIy white"
"Oh! Am I? The moon-look at it
its that misty light, Doug. Did
you hear that bird singing-and l
saw a star flying"
Incredible tears rushed to Judith s
eyes.
You're not going to weep about
l., are you? Gee, you're the nut,
Jude. The oldest things get your
goat That's why you're so differ
ent. Now if you should ever love
holy smoke"
Saying it as though Judith had
never the remotest notion of what
love might be.
She managed to smile, all her
nerves strained and tingling: yes
everything or nothing, that's the
way loves going to be with me,
Doug"
"All the same here"
mo, you're too tickle. You like
change. You wouldn't recognize a
tremendous love if it was handed to
you on a silver salver like the head
Of John. You wouldn't recognize it
even il someone offered it bald as
that. And you wouldn't want it..
You always get weary"
Not my fault, Jude. It's your
sex. You wouldn't care to see the
same show again and again, would
you? Girls are like that-like light
musical comedies with a few spright-
ly airs and tune or two. That's all.
No thought behind it-no purpose
no real emotion
Are we as bad as all that?"
mot you. Of course
Again Judith smiled. She thought
neFvously: Not me? But what am
J? A kind of third sex? Some one
pot to be considered when love is
mentioned! Oh, if you only knew
bow I'd like a few Of those sprightly
airs!''
Aloud. You want too much,
Doug. You want girl to be light
and empty as a bubble, deep as a
we'll; changeable as flame, yet con-
slant as a rock. You want the lure
Of a Magdalen in the soul Of Ma
donna. They don't make Us that
way. But IL men really wanted
girls with depth the girls would get
the depth. Now, depth is nothing
but detriment We're empty
Doug. because you like us that way
lust go over all your own merry af
fairs. Isn't it always the fiashy or
the cute or the posey ones that fas
dinate your"
"a girl has to have appeal, OF
course. But why can't depth and
charm go together?"
because when a girl has depth
she isn't thinking about herself al
the time. She's impersonal" judith
laughed. Like me. you sea third