The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-05-04
SANDY s H..s snEs "S 1cM MIcEn's:

married. Let it be ten thousand
times married.
III go away. I'll wait through
long, bitter years. Only let me hope.
Time cannot be long that holds the
thought-the mad, sweet, joyous
thought of your returning.
Let me see you once again. An
hour-a moment. One word of hope.
Tomorrow 1 will come-for that one
brief instant that shall tell me to
go trusting in you-tell me to go
holding our love the sacred dream of
a better and not too distant day. To-
morrow at
I'll wait. If it is or Q or IL or /.
Oh, my dearest"
Sandy leaned against the desk.
White-hot mists circled about her.
She had to breathe their heavy,
overpowering heat.
With her face averted she asked
In a distant. unnatural voice:
Where did this letter come from?
never saw this letter before"
And she was conscious of her I'M
Gle coming to her, saying a thing she
only vaguely heard-"His attorney
gave it to me. Did you read that
message across the top, the part
typed in red?"
In red, across the top Of the let
ter, was a note:
This is a sample Of the evidence
we shall produce should your client,
Mrs. Murillo, care to press her suit
for divorce. We have ample proof
that this and our other evidence is
genuine. Do you doubt your client
will see the folly of her action?
Should she insist on the proceedings,
we shall unhesitatingly lay all cards
on the table,
All cards on the table. She strug-
gled to free her mind from the heat
and the faintness This letter of Ra-
mon s-when had he written it? How
did Murillo get hold Of it? Lord
how!
And suddenly she remembered.
Saw him standing before the hat
rack that morning after she had
written the letter of dismissal; after
she had received the emerald.
Murillo had stood at the hatrack
in the old home, shuffling the letters
brought in the mail. How she had
flashed down the stairs and snatched
them from him--his slow, disdain-
full smile-his malicious: "Ah, you
have things to conceal, my dear?"
Already he had pocketed this let
ter, he had s!yly removed it from
the stack.
So he knew-he knew. Not a
detail escaped him.
And now, sickeningly. she recalled
that Ramon had talked Of this let
ter when he came on that wild
night Of wind and rain; when he
her as she came from the
movie with May Arliss.
All, Ramon had waited at the pier
the previous evening. He had waited
till 1 o'clock
She took the letter and twisted it |
slowly. She twisted it as though it
were a living thing and she were
killing it,. !
Unknowingly. bitter. moaning
sounds moved on her lips. Then she
put out her hand.
1t was caught in that OF her uncle.
Gently he took the letter from her,
smoothed it out. In the quietest
voice she had ever heard he asked:
us it true, Sandy? It's true, kid?"
She looked at him, distracted She
said swiftly in broken voice: ooh,
yes. Why, yes, Bob-it's true"
IT'S not signed"
mo, it isn't signed. He didn't
sign it." She began to laugh. "Oh,
he never signed letters"
you might try denying it,"
She pressed her palms against her
throat as though she wished to
strange her life out.
HE says he has other evidence.
Ah-naybe he followed US. One
night was sure some one followed
US"
She now smiled. She reached for
her purse. She said: at guess I'll
go, Bob. think I'll go. It's close
in here-it's awfully close"
The door. was pushed open. Some
one that she only half recognized
in that first moment entered
She gave a cry and recoiled, see
ing those black, arching brows hear
ing that soft, insinuating voice: