The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-03-31

5ndiy attentions Of Ramon, whose
she shares. She receives a tele-
will keen him away for at least. a
But he comes back that night.
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CAPTER LVIII
WThey stood on a rock with the
waves rumbling at their feet; spray
dashing in their eyes. Sandy held
her face toward it and laughed.
She thought, trembling: why do l
want to shout? Why am I so glad?"
Ramon watched her, the sunny
brown eyes filled with eagnerness
and question. Was she glad he'd
come? She kissed him so. She flung
her arms about him gayly as a
child might have, and drew his head
down. But how pale she looked;
how dark those shadows under her
eyes.
Sandy guessed these thoughts of
his and turned with an i%mpetuous:
ooh, Pm so glad you're here! Even
the sky looks different"
: She watched the clouds hanging
low over the gray, rising waters;
that tree resisting the wind. And
all this that had seemed so desc
late was now touched with a pierre
ing, melancholy splendor-as though
she and Ramon were alone in the
world. They loved each other and
were alone. They were standing on
the edge of these many waters.
With humping hearts and eyes
speaking, though their lips were still.
Sandy thought: He loves me.
He wants to do things for me. How
good to have his hands holding me.
Oh, how beautiful life could be! How
glad and sweet"
And he: ''She cares. She surely
cares. Good Cod
They walked quickly. The spray
flew out and caught them. Once a
big wave threw a handful of water
In Sandy's hair. She shook h
drops in Ramon's face.
He leaned over her, laughing:
you dear, gorgeous thing"
She waited, haunting and radiant
for his kiss.
Then she became quiet, keeping
her face averted as he helped he
to the car.
They drove those miles along the
white, cleaning shore. The black
clouds flew before them, the cypress
trees shut out the winds with dis
tracted arms. They seemed running,
disconsolate from the sea.
Sandy thought: "Oh, there's a
great storm coming. It's cold"
But she was manipulating and
warm. She wished to reach up and
touch with her fingers her mouth
where his lips had pressed. She
wanted to say aloud, to shout: Il
have a right to this-to anything"
The loneliness of the past weeks
made her thought cling to him.
She glanced stealthily at his intent
face apd could easily have whis-
pered: "Stay with me, Ramon. I
can't go back to being so alone. l
won't let you go! I don't want to
be pushed back there like a forgot
ten thing. Don't leave me, Ramon.
Don't listen if 1 tell you to go. L
want you. 1 want your arms here.
Lean down and say you love me.
Look at me that way. Say it again
and again.
They turned through the forest;
through lanes where the pines
murmured in their lofty quiet. They
came to a hill. Out and below them
ran the beautiful curve of the
Monterey shore. Even with the
March storm astride the waves the
water looked blue. Boats tossed
jauntily.
And for a moment, sun tore the
clouds apart, sweeping with a little
flourish over the hills a-random
greeting.
Ibid you see that, Sandy? I think
this is one of the loveliest views in
the world. Wen have a lot of fun
discovering this old place together.
Remember the night we drove to the
Pail? Does it seem to you that
|. we've known each other many
/ years? Funny, but I find myself
thinking always of hills or trees or
clouds we've looked at together and
never of anything else, as though
other times and other people didn't
exist-odd, isn't it?-"
He looked down at her. the unruly
brows SEEMING to smile. And he be-
gan to tell her when he first was
sure he loved her-the night he ear-
ried her from the water.
Il knew then, Sandy, that I wasn't