The Washington times., 1924-08-09

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She could never look at Mar
garet again-never! She would
never go back to the house. Her
mother was lost to her.
CHAPTER x.
The image Of Margaret as she
stood in the dim glow, of the
lamps that night SO long ago; as
she stood and murmured with a
sound all filled with tears, re-
turned tc, Nora Lee-especially
Andrew kneeling at her mothers
feet, his hands pressed so against
her hands.
In spite Of her oppressive agita.
ton, the picture of the two sent
a quivering furry to her heart.
She remembered the poignant,
beautiful look on her mothers
face like a white angel weeping.
All. beauty and sadness
She remembered that night two
years ago as she searched the
Wlnd-swept road-a little broken
hearted child with her mother dy-
ing. Then Andrew leaping from
the car; Andrew standing at
Margaret's bed with that great
look in his eyes.
Nora Lee dabbed at her cheeks.
All the images of Andrew and her
mother had this sweetness-this
overpowering goodness about
them. Then how? Then how
were things like, this?
She got up slowly and turned
toward home, grief and tumult in
her thoughts. Yet greater than
these was the urgent wish TO
look in her mothers face-see If
there were rally light and beauty
in. her eyes.
They were in the garden. An.
drew was planting pansies. He
looked up at Margaret, said some.
thing In a quick, low tone and
laughed. This made him seem
young and gleeful, although his
hair was mostly gray.
And the sun shone on Marga.
ret's face. brought gold and red
to her lovely hair. Nora Lee
thought her mother more beauti.
full than anyone she had ever
seen. Then she laughed-oh,
that silver gladness. No one
could laugh like that unless the
heart was pure.
Looking at Margaret, she was
crushed with remorse that even
for a moment she had thought so
Ill of her-that she had wished
to steal away.
She went into the house and
washed her eyes, holding the cold
water against them. Margaret
saw their Redeemed lids noticed
the subdued pallor.
She followed Nora Lee to her
room, aching tenderness in her
voice. When she put her arm
about the girl it was more than
Nora Lee could bear. Tears
rushed to her eyes.
Margaret said: What is the
matter? What is troubling your
"Oh, nothing Il just feel
queer sometimes"
"Why do you feel queer?"
After an hours evading Nora
Lee admitted. "Well-it's just that
old Madame BrousseIl. wish
you wouldn't make me study with
her, Oh. I hate her! hate
But she did not tell the CONVEX.
sation. The utmost satisfaction
Margaret got was this: II hate
her! She, says horrible things
with her eyes screwed up. I don't
want to talk to her. I'm not
going there any more. Well, I'm
not! Please don't make me!
Margaret's own heart was
bursting. She smoothed the black
curls from Nora Lees forehead
and kissed her slowly. "All right,
Nora Lee" she said wistfully.
Don't go to her any more"
Nora Lee threw her arms about
her mothers neck. "Oh, love
you, mother! I do love you So
Margaret's pain was not as
quickly smoothed. All the next
week she brooded. When Nora
Lees eyes met hers and were
sometimes quickly dropped, Mar.
garet's heart sickened.
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