The Washington times., 1924-08-26
By EIenore Meherin.
The Biggest and Best Story of
Her Career.
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SYNOPSIS.
M0Y1oret Meadows married wan
Lee at seventeen. His disSoIMGe
kObits made her miserable, bat she
endured him for three years. Tho
MIOht he raised his hand to his ttOo-
NeGr-OM child IN a drunken rage she
slipped from his home Nth her baby.
M0r0dfet supported her daughter
OV teuchinO school IN FGirdGIe, tOhere
che met AndretD. She tOGS ttoentIo
str and he trGs ttDenty-ntsle. Andrew
tcds 1OeII-to-do and popular, but had
on InVGlid tUife, UictinI OF nerUeS
end bad disposition.
He tc0S attracted to Margaret
Their sjStewdship tUGs plGtontc and
their meetings t'sfrequent until their
l0Ve i1tststed upon being recognized.
Moro and MGr0dret 1oent to tiny
Ns0WMtGin totOM, t0here tcinters trere'
friOAtfWl and summers painful. Ar
dresO aOrote regularly as the seasons
passed and then came time 4DheH
h0 oe0sed to SOTtt0.
NGT9Gret faded quickly. Moro
Ice found her lying IN the s1IotO one
day GINtoSt dead aud UrOte to An
dret0 TO come. Amdre1O had been
USyV tM That 1pGS tOHv he had not
aOTttteM. He came quickly. Mar
O6ret recovered. In her toedknesS
she consented to Andreto providing
for her and her daughter. They
NOe6 for some years in pleasant
oOtt0Oe, 1Ohere Nora OretO to young
NComdRhood. Andrew t0GS frequent
U1ettor.
Then MGr0Gret and Moro moved
TO q ViIlG0e some distance Gto0y.
AWdrea0 finally found them. Mar
O0ret refused to permit him to
JeGVe Ms Uife. She hGd accepted
school n the mountains, and re-
JaGctUNtJv he sGtc them to the train.
lie met her look with baffled
IL anxiety. ST feel awful, Nora
Lee-awful. I do not know what
we can do unless we hit for the
highway and see If someone will
pick US up"
us the highway very far? oh,
Dane, I don't know what my
mother will do. I'm afraid she'll
be dead when I get there. She's
-not-very-strong-"
Suddenly she was remembering
Margaret's eyes, wet against her
face. An uncomfortable sob
rushed to her throat.
Don't cry, Nora Lee. Please
don't cry" He put his arm
about her and pulling out his
handkerchief, wiped her eyes.
"She won't die. She'll be too
busy thinking about you"
81 hope so. I'm not crying.
I'm sorry for you, Dane"
Say" he grIpped her arms,
trying to. see her eyes-then
added with a gulp-"if you knew
what I'm thinking"
His thoughts were dark enough.
II ever there was an unfortunate
brute, it was he. He would never
look at a girl again-disaster al
ways followed him. Once when
he was 16 he fancied himself at
q summer resort. She was a
dark, imperious little thing with
the same gypsy grace he found in
Nora Lee.
One day a crowd of fellows got
up a hiking trip to the mountains.
No girls were asked. Marie said
TO him: Don't you go, Dane.
Wen have a picnic all to our
selves" But he shrugged with
the lordly callousness Of sixteen.
And went.
Late that afternoon they re-
turned. A crowd was gathered on
the shore Of the lake. Four men
were carrying someone away on a
0tretcher. A boy said: Marie la
Verne was drowned"
He ran after the stretcher, mar
ticulate with grief. They pushed
him roughly aside.
Terrible RemOrse.
He felt her small hand touching
his sleeve; he saw her dark, WOO
ing eyes as she asked him not to
90. He felt that he had killed
her. His remorse was devastating.
For; years he hardly looked At
q girl. Then, abruptly he was in
love with Nora Lee.
Now this would be ended. He
would be in wrong all around. A