The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-06-24
"SANDY" : ::: ::
geous rainbows. l never though,
to see such wonders, Ben"

geous rainbows. l never thought
TO see such wonders, Ben
He smiled, patronizingly and patted
Isabcl's hand. Sandy thought: "He
likes people to fawn. l could get
anything out Of him If I'd stoop to
kissing his feet" And he seemed
| more than ever Insignificant to her.
She was quiet on the drive home
ward. Once or twice Murillo slipped
his hand over hers, watching her
narrowly.
When it grew dark she said:
Mothers tired. Ben. The trip was
hard on her. Don't you ,h.nA We
should be stopping now?'
They were at Monterey. Sandy
hoped they would spcna he h. j;
at Del Monte. She hoped this ~
cause she knew Alice wou!d be silly
with delight over it.
And she was irrsta;cd .ha. ne
patronized her mother. Isabel was
lovely. Isabel was culturcd-a far
higher type than that weazened- up
mother of his! Yet he looked down
on her. If he were travelling with
his sister Beatrice nothing would be
too good for her. Beatrice had more
money than he, so he always was
showing off before her. But he
didn't need to bother about the
thrcadbarc McNeils!
She thought this holly when he
answered: II figured to stop at King
City"
frightfully tired"
He glanced ut her slowly. mcasur-
ingly. She fancied he was rcmcm-
bcring the money her trip had cost.
He said: 1--WE can make King City
tonight. It's only s o'clock"
Alice. sitting in the back with her
mother. had also thoughts that gilt
tered. II wish had her chance!
I'd show him! I'd get it out OF him.
My sisters give mc pain. The
things other girls get! Why isn't
she clever enough to work him? The
simp!'
Sandy sat very tense. nerving her
self. She now talked brightly, tell
ing him Of all the trips she had
taken. She watched the spcedom-
ctcr. Sho became clammy and ST
lent as the miles crcpt up. Ten
morc-fivo more--onc more
She followed him TO the desk in
tho lobby Of the hotel. She said
with an air Of great tranquility:
"Bch---get three rooms, will you? I'm
awfully tired. So is mothcr!"
He appeared not to hear. She
leaned over him as he started to
write: "B. Murillo and party"
Then she repeated: Get three
rooms. will you?"
His fingers came down on tho pen
SO that the ink spattcrcd across the
page.
Chapter IS.
Murillo said to, the clerk: eyes,
| that's all right. The bath between
The clerk wrote in the register
l"Rooms IL and Al
The blood flew to Sandy's checks
She turned her back and began talk
ing to Alice.
Alice said: "Ma's all in. Was she
sick down there?'
"No---of course not"
"Wcll. guess it's just the long
trip. Ready? Ben's calling you"
Sandy picked up her hand bag.
: thinking miserably: IL can't make
a ''scenc--w0rry Isabel" But she
Jagged, pretending to look for her
scarf that was just behind on a
(: chair.
'sHere il is. DEAR Mrs. Mcneil
looked into sandy's burning eyes
She said absently: you're tired
too dear. TIN be so nice to get
/ home"
Sandy followed her mother. She
felt like little girl, whipped and
. trying not to cry.
She shut her eyes as Murillo set
the suitcases near the bureau. Now
he closed the door. Very slowly
Sandy unwouhd her scarf.
He watched her through half
closed, flashing eyes. She picked up
a file. and began to manicure her
He took it from her. coming up
behind and putting his arms over
hers. II guess that can wait till
tomorrow. ,chn't it, Sandy ~ His