San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-11

4 him, and her eagerness to know
mastered her. She asked.
"A TRUE SPORT:
"Noi Well, of course, he didn't
I took It on myself. Seems ms
though somebody in the world ought
to be happy"
mickey! ! thought You were a
walking advertisement OF 'blissful
though welded"
He turned painfully scarlet: II am
Cons the best kid in the world. I'm
Just tagged. The laws a hard game.
The old man counts on me to make
success. Hate to disappoint him.
He's been a pretty good old dad to
me-"
They had climbed a hill! Mickey
stood bare-headed, big and irresisti-
ble-blond gladiator with a sheep
ish grin on his lips.
"You don't mind your big brother
Mick, Nora Lee? Remember you
were only a little kid when first
met you. Just thought I could do
some little thing. Hate to see you
unhappy"
Nora Lees throat ached. She
gripped Mickey's hands thinking
You're unhappy, too-but you're
gamer than /. You're a sport. I'm
mott"
He parted with a laughing "All
the same hundred years from now,
Norry, eh?"
CONNIES OPINION
She thought wistfully of Mickey
Grant. What had he wanted from
marriage that Connie wouldn't give?
All the world was old and tired and
disappointed.
Connie enlightened her: you're
darn lucky, Nora Lee! You ought
to be singing at the top Of your voice
that you've nabbed a fellow like
Richard. Let me tell you Dane Her
rick was never your mate! Either
Richard or Max is a thousand times
more suitable!
"Oh, MOI I'm not sore or anything
but these young fellows certainly have
their nerve-they marry on a shoe
string and we've got to do the lacing'
Humph,"
She stood before a mirror survey
ing her long, thin lines: Mickey
Grant would like to see me have q
child Fancy that on $3.50 a month
He liked well enough to CAD before
we were married. Now he wants to
stick in this house night after night.
1 suppose he thinks a child would
anchor me for fair! Why didn't he
marry some plodding Cornelia If that
is what he wanted"
She sauntered to the living room
and poured out small glasses OF port
wine. Nora Lee raised hers with
a winning: well, here's to your dear
old Mickey no matter il he'd like you
to have triplets. He's a peach"
SLEEPING, DRINKING
Connie shifted: 81 suppose I'm a
gutter, but good lord we're not mar
ried a year yet! OF course. he only
said it half laughing. What I'm
mad about is this-he said I'm ruin
ing my looks by sleeping too little
and drinking too much. And he meant
it, And l don't 90 half as much
as I did when we were only engaged.
Nora Lee said hungrily: you've
loved each other about five years
nearly six, Connie"
"Yes-matrimony seems to be @
sure cure for love. You think you
lost yours. You're mistaken. You
took the one way on earth to keeI
it. Am / to be your matron OF honor?'
"There won't be any. We're going
away quietly"
"When?
an two weeks. Well, have to 90
now. Be good. Connie! Mickey
worth It,"
She dismissed Connie and her trou'
bles. For none of US are prophets
and we never know when the life Of
another is making or marring our own
FEAR GRIPS
In two weeks she would be married
But she bought no trousseau. Rich
ard said gaily: "Wait-weH shop
together in New York-Paris " you
like"
She accepted this absenty: Now
that the time drew near she was
frightened. She allowed her affairs
to drift. She became childishly VIII