The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-07-09
BY
ELENORE
MEHERIN
rSANDY


send over that typewriter. 1t would
be put in 1da's room. She would
practice-pound on those keys until
her FINGERS were calloused--become
expert. And then
Fly to the city--get job--own
herself. Laugh at him-roar laugh
ing at him.
She became suddenly quiet. And
just as suddenly the blood went
flaming up-up--over her neck-her
lilo would hold her! He would never
let her free. Not yet q, but doomed.
Bound legally-no chance to escape
She sank oppressively in the low
chair at the window. This couldn't
ibe-couldn't remain always SO.
Something would happen.
Clouds-dense blue. trimmed with
fire--hung low over the distant
islands; the channel waters were gray.
Far out ship unfurled long ban
ner of smoke against the sky.
She wished she was on that ship
wished that she were sailing to some
remote, unknown land. Inc0nceiva-
Bile that only death was going to re-
| lease her. She said to herself vague
ly: at cant be! How can it be? ?"
And she became indignant at Bob
McNeil--saying she hadn't sufficiet
grounds!
And she planned ways of trapping
Murillo-provoke him in public
goad him into some terrible public
violence
Her thoughts became reckless
flame and hardness entered them.
Yesterday when Ramon followed her
through the grapevines, sweeping
her in his arms. she had flushed
with guilt as much as JOY. Now she
said to herself with q steely bright
ness, I'm glad!"
Murillo thought he would shut hel
out from all the sparkle Of life? He
would deny her gayety and youth
Of love? Would he? She pressed
her burning cheeks against the win.
dow pane. hearing his menacing
you'll be permanently" She
. answered with desperate, fright
!, ened swiftness: NO. l WON'T"
The typewriter came. Sandy sal
to Ida: will you let, me put this il
. your room? I'm afraid the tapping
i will disturb Mr.. Murillo. Besides
| don't want him to know I'm learn
: Ing. He doesn't believe in a cir
having such hobbies
t Ida looked at her with that peculia
compassion: "Yes-you put it here.
Sandy began to practice. The mo
{ ment Mufillo left in the morning sh
began. After few hours her bacl
, ached. She was filled with resent
!, ment. But she kept at it. taking
, pleasure in the pain.
J.. At the end Of week she knew
! all the keys. She figured out tn
, time it would take her to become Al
expert. Three months--that woul
: be the least she could learn the type
l writing and the shorthand--then sh
, would pack up her things and Dol
J | free---FREE!
She wrote this word a thousan
: times. -. And she wrote: He
! nothing to me-nothing.less tina
nothing" The thought Of his narrs,
, her blaze with contempt and shame
4! He owned her. He was going t
make her life destitute-see to
! that she would never know wha
= q beautiful love could be. He woul
: keep her in this house . prisone
! compel her to grow old--starve
and defrauded Is Alice had been.
II She thought about this, her sense
taking fire. Only . weakling-
despicabls weakling would submit
meekly submit to such q starvation
Il She wouldn't! She knew what
{ WAS to stand in the moonligh
I. clasped In strong. tender arms
} knew what It was to have happ
: lips pressed warmly to hers--flos
! IN these arms dreamily down . se
10 She III herself daily with thes
Iimaees 81 herself and Reymon. 6h
ut n 1da's room. the window on
t11svel With the garden and flushe
] sxultsntly. rseslling ~ fsrvor ]
sAs resd ssd rsrsaA his letters
8 AYou dent want NJ - eome. Sandy
Il Yes, yeu ~ Why uetf Waat herl
- yen ~ ~? n nst =!
/! eud I uant - come. think 81 ~
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