San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-06

She would tell it all this. She smiled
drifted into sleep.
Her sleep was always filled witt
dreams. Now she was walking i
the hills, carrying the baby. Sh
grew tired and set it down on a tut
of leaves, put her arm across it an
fell asleep. In the dream she awak
ened, went to lift the child. 1t wa
gone.
She looked about distractedly
From across the canyon she heard i
cry and began running in the direc
ton of the sound-quicker, quicker
her feet flying over the loose drift
She called to it: "Wait-wait-In
coming"
From hill to hill she went racing
climbing them GREATNESS, beating
her hand against her throat because
it got so dry. Now she caught hold
of saplins, helping herself upward
The cries grew faint-farther distant
They were down there by the wa
ter. Easier to ran down the hills.
She saw them. He wore little white
sailor suit and was gathering pebbles
in red tin bucket. He was very in
tent. Yet he saw her and waved his
hand. He waited for her.
She caught up with him. She was
about to say: "Darling-why did you
come SO far?- when he laughed and
darted into the wafer. She reached
after him. A wave swept the two OF
them. but she held fast. The wave
ebbed, flung her back on the shore.
The body was gone. Shessaw him
saw him roll on the crest, raise up his
little hand-disappear.
She screamed
What is it? No, dear, Don't try
to get up" They were holding her
back.
She struggled. "Let go! I must"
She opened her eyes, shaking with
weakness and exhaustion. She said
family: Il dreamed"
Her mother sat by the bed, in a
dim, fading twilight. She stroked
Ssndy's arm. There was something
piercing in her quiet and the way
her fingers moved so softly.
as it evening already" Sandy
asked.
Yes.
Il slept hours and hours, did IT,
"Off and on-yrs."
Her mother clasped Sandy's fingers,
pressed her lips to them, murmuring.
"Sandy-Sandy, dear"
That frightened her. She said in
hushed, strained voice, Mother,
stoop down. And she looked in her
mothers face. You're crying!"
"You are." Then Sandy freed her
hands, pulled the blankets up-upI
TO her forehead. After q long while
she said: Tell me- You tell met"
There isn't anything to tell
But you're crying! / saw you.
And / know! Is it dead?"
NO.
You're waiting for it to die, oh,
God"
"Sandy-you must be brave. If
God wants to take it you must bow"
Sandy gave faint, sobbing laugh.
How easy for her mother to talk of
bowling. 1t was all she knew. The
soft, pleading voice going on and on :
Don't flout the Lord, Sandy. 1 lost
three children. / had to bear it. He
gives and lie takes away. He will
neal you il sorrow comes"
Then Sandy began to cry, remem-
bering how still the baby seemed and
that she had only kissed it once-re-
the bound Of joy when its
eyes opened that way. When she cried |
the pain in her head became terrible, |
and the people moving about the room |
we're phantoms.
There were three Of them now. She |
1urrowed her head in the pillows.
Her mother whispered Here is
Ben, dear. I'll go now and her |
mother moved from that chair and |
Siurillo came over and took il.
He touched Sandy's hand. She |
drew in her breats. 1t was a knife, |
hot and sharp that went stabbing
down her throat and stabbing till it |
stuck in her heart.
She didn't look at him. She couldn't |
force her eyes to meet his. He said : |
-0h, Sandy"
She steadied her lips. She told her
self silently: Don't cry. o God, !
keep me from crying. Don't let him |
see."
The walls Of the room were COM
ing together. They were smothering |
her. The room was filled with flowers |
and its walls were closing on her, like |
that night of her honeymoon and be |
came toward her with arms extended |
and half closed, languid eyes.
She could hardly breathe. She was /