The Washington times., 1924-10-17
NORA LEE : By EIenore MeheriiT
Writer Of Great Serial Chicke Presents New Novel of
Modern Life, Cenetred on the Heart and the Mind
Of the "FIapper.'
By EIenore Meherin

By EIenore Meherin
The Biggest and Best Story Of
Her Career.
SYNOPSIS.
MGrOGret Meadows ndrrted VIII
Lee at seventeen. His dissOlwte
hdbit8 made her miserable, but she
endured him for three gears.
Margaret supported her daughter,
Nora, by teaching school IN FGiTdate,
sChere she met AmdreaU.
Nora, groom to 4UOntdnhood, read
Mdnon LesodMt, and began to asa-.
Gerstdit6 the loUS OF Andreic and her
NsOther. Nora at seOenteen. nat
Dane He1Ttok, college bop o1 sias-
Seen. and commenced to feel i6ve
kerseK.
CONTINUED From Yesterday
~ HE could not entersthat room.
She walked Blindly up the hill
- till she came to that barren
plateau that she had often pictured
as the wild heath where Eustacia-
WYE wandered. Margaret used to
say: ''How fortunate we are to;
live in the very midst Of civiIiza-
ton and yet to have the moor.
lands at our door, Z
In the spring time they came
here. to pluck the purple alag
lilies-and the poppies were
splendid even through the month
Of July.
She sat here looking out to
the ocean--a gray. bleak stretch
Of water. Even the Golden Gate
had drawn about it a murky
cloak that half shut out the
brown slbpes Of the Marin hills.
All the enchanting hues OF blue
and flame were dimmed. The
last time she and Margaret stood
here, Margaret said: ooh, what
uplifting things are colors in the
sky
The house, the hills, the very
sky thrnnged with the image Of
her. She would see it always
seek it everywhere
She went back to the house
and sat at the desk where her
mother wrote; where she made
out her accounts and would some
times pause with the pencil, tap
ping in. puzzlement at her lips.
Ncra Lee loved that capricious
impertinence in Margaret, though
It so rarely showed.
Margaret's Note.
She went through the drawers,
openAd books. This one here was
the zone Margaret read only four
days ago in the garden. Nora Lee
had brought it. She turned the
pages idly. There was a sheet OF
paper. lines written in pencil:
my Darling Girl-You must
not bow. That viii only grieve me
only make complete the sorrow
Of my life. Coon as / would have
you go. Dear gypsy child
The three words of the unfin-
ished sentence faltered. Oh-her
mother had known and had not
said word-had pretended to be
strong had not kept her home
And her strength had failed
writing those farewell lines.
Nora Lee stared about the emp
ty room. She pressed the paper
between frightened palms. Sounds
rushed through the house; the
wind ratified a shade. She went
up and pressed her arms against
it-she whispered in a confused
distraction, not knowing what she
said.
But when she saw the nurse
with her suitcase, panic Of fright
crossed her. She said a little wild
y, PLEASE stay-stay a while"
She kept the nurse with her in
these gaunt, frightening days
But she scarcely noticed her. She
fought against thinking-fought
effort.
Word From Dane.
Miss Sanford said; "You must
straighten your affairs, Miss Mead
ows. There. are bills"
She answered: Yes" But re.
manned hour after hour at the
breakfast table, her arms folded.
OF she went out and walked with
such furious haste that she re.
turned exhausted and sat longer
hours at Margaret's desk.
She was so lonely--she felt her
self so completely abandoned, that
she dared not relax this obstinate
blank apathy a single moment.
She felt that her mind wandered
here and would recover. But If
she brought 1t back suddenly she
would go mad.
At the end Of five days two
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