San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-14

NrlIlnH.
But the letter wasn't yet written.
And with each days delay he resent
ment against him grew. She argued
with herself, yet her disappointment
deepened until her heart hurt as though
it were all gaping with a hundred
little red cuts.
What did she expect of him? What
good would it do if he came? Shed
have to meet her own problems. What
a shabby coward to grow angry be-
cause he didn't guess her anguish; be-
cause he wouldn't know without being
told what she was suffering.
LONGING DESPAIR.
But for all this she had only one
onswer she wanted him. he
should be here! He should have
known through some divine sixth sense
how terrible was her despair; how
her eyes ached for the sight of him !;
how she was ready to rush out and
fling herself at his feet.
He should have known this. III he
loved enough, he would
But he didn't He calmly took 1t
for granted that her troubles were
comparatively would soon be ADJUST
ed. And he abandoned her like this
SO that she welcomed anyone-yes,
anyone!
Faces passed before her imagina-
ton. Godfrey Bell with his thin,
sandy hair, the cynical lines 'of sup
preston carved so deeply from his
nose to his lips, but pathetic, anx-
ious light in his fine, gray eyes as he
said breathless: Are you glad I'm
here, Nora Lee?"
Nervous, aesthetic fellow with his
frail wrists and quiet, hooking voice:
Yet there was something beautiful
in Godfrey Bell-something that APP
pealed. When she said cynically !:
Such nonsense to say We are the
captains of our souls - he had an
swcred as thought a tragedy were go.
ing on under his eyes: 'Oh, we can't
have you cynical, Nora Lee-you must
read .Abt Yogler' and Rabbi Ben
Ezra again. What though our joy be
three parts pain Strive and hold
cheap the strain. Learn, nor account
the pang; dare never Crude the three !!
You haven't forgotten those lines, have
you?
NO LOVE SUBSTITUTE.
There could be things much worse
than a love like Godfrey Bells. Nora
Lee considered deliberately, the man.
He was intellectual. Well-sol was
sheI They had that in common. She
fancied herself walking at Godfrey
Bells side discussing PHILOSOPHERS and
poetry and music
Suddenly a wild heat rushed up TO
her temples. She sat up, shaking,
and buried her face in the pillow. On,
what shameful things to be thinking
what a way to desecrate ones holi-
est emotions. She would die before
she would take any substitute for love
real love.
And she was thinking Of Dane
seeing him as he played the violin, his
eyes half inspired-remembering how
she used to think of her children
the merry little son with brown eyes
and brown hair, who always came run
ming to her down beam Of light wher
his father who could not be anyone but
Dane, played.
How she had trembled when hc
came close and whispered in her
car tauntingly: Il get your goat
when l play, don't I? I'll remember
that"
She shut her eyes and her lips
closed in the racing pulses; put down
the leaping fire-oh, her heart would
rush out of her body and fly to him
it would kneel and wait for him to
raise it up
Such things as women are! She
wiped her eyes. She pressed her
hands tightly, as though she would
squeeze the thought and the emotion
from her body.
She felt exhausted and as though
her veins we're filled with something
very cold and still when Godfrey Bell
called that night. She looked at her
self in the mirror and pushed her hair
back severely from her forehead. Her
black brows and black lashes made the
tan gold skin almost white in its pal
lor: her blue eyes were pathetic and
lsunken with those dark circles framing
them. She had grown very thin and
the high cheek bones were a little
prominent. She thought: I'm not ex-
actly beautiful and found melan-
choly satisfaction in the shadows and
psllOr, not knowing that to Godfrey
Bell they made her older and thou
sand times more wistful and unique.
They went for q walk-a MINDLESS
night with velvet softness draped
about the trees, the hills slopes and
the limpid blue sky. Nora Lee had
always a feeling that she dwelt in
some ancient kingly gardens when she
walked through these curVing streets
or up and down the white stone steps
that terraced all the hills.
She said: "I'll miss the trees-the
beauty"
"Yes-it is a pity you should leave
it"
She laughed. "But you won't let me
say that Life is a bitter tyrant to US.
But it is Did you know Romualdo
Pacheco, for whom this street is
named? The young Spanish governor
married 10 the most beautiful girl in
all the carly CALIFORNIA;? Why, even
that long ago Life wouldn't let people
be happy. They we're only married a
little while and he went off gaily one
morning and he never came back. He
was shot through the heart and tho
beautiful girl who loved him had a
whole life Of sorrow ..
He was holding her arm, and his
fingers now pressed gently. and you
say Life was bitter TO your friend Pa
checo. Nora Lee? And he had year,
with the most beautiful woman in the
lGorldT
"But they were ended-too soon
But ne had them. I'd call Lift