The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-06-07
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them in the palm Of her hand.
his eyes following her every move.
He repeated compliments; he told her
what his mother had said, and his
sisters. They were delighted with
Sandy's grace. They were thrilled
he had picked a wife who was an
honor to them.
He snuffed out his cigarette. came
over and leaned on the. dresser at
Sandy's side. He was glowing and
flattered with the success, OF the eve
ming. Everything was beautiful! He,I
took it for granted that Sandy shared
his satisfaction; that she was entirely
reconciled to the elimination OF her
friends.
He ran his hands over her lengI
bare arms, murmuring dreamily: cit
was all for the best. wasn't it? You
see this now, don't you, Sandy?"
She gave him no response.
When Murillo slept. Sandy stole
through the silent house. She sat
channel breeze blow across her face.
1t was q relief the way the incident
had turned out, but it had drained
her Of emotion.
She felt deserted: cut off once and
for all from the bonny associations
of her girlhood. Strange that not .
single one had come. They must
have talked about her. They must
have suspected something ugly be-
hind those delayed invitations. Per-
haps Heinie had reported the snab
Murillo gave at Tahoe. So they
guessed they weren't wanted. She
shrank before their hot young judy
ment She would be ashamed to
meet these friends now. So she
would be left aloner-more and more
alone. She would cease to be Sandy
Mcneil, becoming for them only Mu-
rillo's wife.
AS years passed. she would grow
; tired of her futile defiance: grow sub
missive to his attentions. She bit
her lips, feeling his hands running
! up and down her arms; his face
brushing her hair.
She pressed her cheek to the win
/, ger of light streak; the sky. She felt
herself the loneliest ching on the
earth and the most crushed.
Suddenly as she stood here-sud.
denly and shyly like the opening Of
petals, q faint stir touched along
I: her nerves. Arresting. delicate,
unique. She listened in q breathless
awe, trembling with establishment Is
though q nbte of music fell upon, her
heart, $50 @ii 40. .e,?.A-4 sse.H = J
She was unable to account for the
change in her thought: Happiness
! flowed through her---a lighted stream.
I She would 60 into the garden at
( night. lean against q tree and look
up at the stars. She would laugh,
reach out her arms, feeling her whole
body stirring with love. Waves Of it
swept over her-warm, overpowering.
sweet. ff.
Consumed with 5, tenderness. she
| now thought Of sthe child. All her
hostility vanished snd' she now
longed for it; longed for the moment
| face, hold it in her arms. Her being
vibrated to this passion Of love IS an
| instrument to music. =
Her inner -joyousness made her
immune, and she went about the
house gaily. Sometimes she laughed
suddenly-shc was absorbed with her
own glowing experience as one lis.
tening continually to the harmonies
that others cannot hear.
| And she did not care what Murillo
did. He was fretted by her breezy
Indifference far more than he had
been by her depression. Sometimes
she was so braxenly gay that he
stared at her inquiringly. This new
attitude of hers baffled and piqued
him.
AT first he, decided that she was
growing contented with. her. lot-be-
coming happy. AS his wife. He was
ieoon forced to admit that Sandy's
mood had no connection with himself.
!. He became suspicious Of her. He
said irritably: ,"Why are you laugh
inET
"Oh. tor this and for that"
Where were you this afternoon r
"Out for q walk"
..Do you walk by yourself!" :.
She laughed, ''Technically-yes."
"But where do you 20 :"
This time she shrugged: "Wher-
ever the spirit moves-here--there.
tKilmeny had been she knew not
where, Kilmeny had seen what she
would not declared,
The next day when she went ont
for one Of these long saunters, Mu-
rillo followed her.-Finaily he reach.
ed her side, insisting on taking. her
arm. II don't think you do we'll to
wander all over the wSterfront alone.
Sandy" ..
She laughed merrily. offending
she might fall into, evil ways. and
pick up with beach comhers and
! pirates? She all but ran him miles,
knowing that he hated physical TX
er 'TSe.. hong ws,;lks vyyss hsr oal,
diversion. now, SIZE would 90. ont
! on. the pier, st tKefs In :taie sun,
watching the boats Of, talking to old
Jose about the seals he cSueht. He
| had one fellow that followed him
| like dog. It would swim after him
| frpm Santa Rosa Island to the main.
laid and then 20 Hopping up the
street. harking in protest when he,
stfode too rapidly. . d:
/ One day. retrscing her steps. she
/ became exhausted, and. half way up
the road, sat down on . bread. Mat
rock. Il was spring, early in Feb
| ruary. All about her the breeze
went. tenderly and the earth .throb-
bed with the wealth OF coming lite.
Sandy took off her hat, liking tho
wind in her hair. ,lr.
! It WAS odd for her TO be sitting
never dream OF saeh . thing. There
w6s always someone to- laugh with,
to fTirt With. to swim. with. She felt
80. much elder now. She wouldn't let
herself say "sadder."
But she sometimes shuddered
when her iutaginstjAh rSh down the
coming yeers-all her life eoine. on