The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-07-19
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the channel. She Jagged. thinking
dumbly: Lord. suppose he didn't
come back? Lord, what O. mess I've
made Of thingsl"
/, She had come out hlindiy, resum-
ing the fear Of the night-the fear
for Ramon. Only find out that he
was safc-that Ned done no ghsst-
~, desperate thing.
She crossed the wide lobby where
children were playing and old ladies
sat about the cracking logs.
She mustered = quiet voice and
asked for him.
The clerk turned slowly. looked in
Hes gons-checked out"
Last night, 1 believe. Not may
have been very early. this morning.
A furry Of tears came dashing
L to her eyes. She went out, burning
and shaken.
She wont to the telegraph office.
intending 10 send brief wire. But
Sarah Munsing was ut the desk
that busybody Of q Sarah Munsing.
The worst Of it, living in q smalll
place like this-cveryone knowing
your busincxsl
So she wrote to him. And for
three days went shout sick with ap-
prehension. She bought the Los An
gcles papers. scanning the notices
Of the suicides.
She dreamed Of Rsmon washed up
on the beach. She saw his ITALIA gal
liant form lying with the face half
buried in the sands-thc btown.
sincwy hands clutchcd. grimy with
seawced.
The scene of their farewell re-
CURED. His quiet and deadly excite
mcnt when he asked: And will you
kiss me?"
She wished now that she had gone
on cvading--why had xhc met the
issue? Issues like this can't be
| met!
She became intensely nervous,
avoiding her mothers eyes. 1t was
undesirable the way Isabel looked
at her with that gentle, unconpre-
once ssid: r"You wont consider Il,
! Sandy? You won't even consider il I
! He is your husband"
| "No - don't talk about him. I
never want to hear of him-mother.
pleased"
Yet it was almost % bad to have
Isabel Watching her-turning the
sweet. shallow eyes upward plead
ingly.
he writer she said, again and again.
The fifth day word came--a little
J gray box. Within was square cut
emerald set in = ring-the clearest.
!oviiest stone she had ever seen.
The note said: "You like emeralds.
mcmbrancc. And so-goodby."
! CHAPTER 50
Sandy turned the ring in her
4 palm. She sat down. cold with dread.
! the suspense Of the last few days
now fixed in appalling certainty. RIA
1 mon was dead. He had sent this ex.
quiyitc gift ASKING to be remembered,
and he was gone.
i She recalled him in grim. despond-
cnt moods: especially since that
night when the girl in the purple
kimono accosted them ct the cot
;, tage door; recalled him in moods Of
! despairing. and terrible humility.
She now thought: "Hc's done it'll"
There wa: that other image Of .
bronzed and laughing figure riding
liant and vital for = cowardly end
! like this.
!. She put the ring on her little fin
ger. turning 1t bA4k. and forth.
thinking diytrActcdly: "Men don't
kill themselves for love. They talk
shout it for awhile-they ret over
4. He loved before. She died. He
lived Through that"
1 The stone Was so beautiful. She
i studied it's limld CLEAN. Her eyes
4 filled. How sad that love goes on
for one and ends for the other-that
I he would keep on looking backward.
! but she could put Il from her
Finally she thought: "It's better
ended for him. What could I bring
to anyone? I'll never be free. The
4 It became"
i She went out and took . long
walk In the hills. but she. couldn't
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