The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-04-12
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minute wouldn't bring me back
Starvation wouldn't bring me to
you. I'd walk the streets. I'd pick
up with a scavenger before I'd re.
turn to you. l may have friends?
I may smoke? ] may have clothes
with Beatrice Murillo's advice. I do
as l please. ask no permission
from the Murillos. Your name7
loathe and scorn it. Move away,
You don't exist for me. I'd walk
naked down State st. before I'd take
a copper penny from a SNUG brute
like your
Her eyes glittering like fiery dag
gers she turned She saw his white.
speechless face -- his face blasted
with shock and pallor. She walked
from the room.
She ran down the steps. Out in the
sun chilly November morning
But she felt driven along, wrapped
In a whitening heat. He would take
her back! Give her $50 a month as
long as she conducted herself with
proper wifely dignity! She laughed.
Yet her whole mind seethed. It's
fire came out and burned her cheeks.
She recoiled from herself as though
she had been outraged.
Reaching the Arlington Hotel, she
paused to compose herself. She
shrugged: "Oh, what do care
about hint Forget it. The absurd
ity of Isabel doing this"
She wondered if her mother had
heard? No-she had deliberately
spoken softly-even in her rage re
membered to speak in a whisper
She walked slowly through the
garden. holding her head back-cool.
ing herself with the breeze from the
channel. she Jagged, thinking dumb
ly: Lord suppose he didn't come
back? Lord, what a mess I've made
of things"
She had come out blIudly, resum.
ing the fear of the night-the fear
for Ramon. Only to find out that he
was safe-that he'd done no Shastly.
desperate thing.
She crossed the wide lobby where
children We're playing and old ladies
sat about the cracking logs.
She mustered quiet voice and
asked for him.
The clerk turned slowly, looked in
the pigeon holes above the desk.
Hes gone-checked out"
"When?"
Last night, I believe. Not may
have been very early this morning"
A furry of tears came dashing to
her eyes. She went out. burning
and shaken.
She went to the telegraph office,
to send a brief wire. But
Sarah Munsing was at the desk
that busybody Of a Sarah Munsing.
The worst of It. living In small
place like this-everyone knowing
your business.
SO she wrote to him. And for
thre days went about sick with ap-
prehension. She bought the Los An
geles papers. scanning the notices
Of the suicides.
She dreamed of Ramon washed up
on the beach. She saw his tall, gal
liant form lying with his face half
buried in tho sands--the brown,
sinewy hands clutched, grimy with
seaweed.
She wished now that she had gone
on evading-why had she met the
issue? Issues like this can't be
met!
She became intensely nervous.
avoiding her mothers eyes. 1t was
unbeaarble the way Isabel looked
at her with that gentle, uncompre.
hending reproach! the way Isabel
once said: you won't consider IT,
Sandy? You won't even consider
It? He is your husband"
"No-don't talk about him. I
never want to hear OF him-mother
please"
God. where IS he! Why couldn't
he writc?" she said again and again
The fifth day word came---a little
gray box. Within was a square cut
emerald set in ring-the clearest,
loveliest stone she had ever seen.
The note said: "You like emeralds.
Wear this, darling OF mine, for re-
membrance. and so-good-by."
(TO BE Continued