San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-30

I'm not talking OF love. I'm talk
ing of kissing. You call it a sacrilegc
for girl to kiss a man unless she
truly loves him. / think that ex.
tremely harsh in you. just now you
snapped your eyes shut as though that
girl down there were insulting you
as though she had committed a
crime"
"She has! She's throwing away
a holy thing for a sham. 1t doesn' I
pay for girl to do that"
And if you were Alice's queen !
suppose you'd shout: Off with her
head! Consider the number you're
condemning. You'd have 90 per cent
of the women in the world executed.
And why? Because they are reach
ing out for the sweet excitements of
life? Because they are finding a wild
pulse in their hearts and rejoicing
in its throb? Why blame women be-
cause they have so lately discovered
themselves? Why blame them for de-
handing the pleasures men have seiz-
ed for thousand centuries? And does
it not occur to you that there may be
some reason, even justification for
things that nearly everyone is doing?
Wholesale expression of emotion can't
be very much more fatal than whole
sale repression"
A NEW UNREST.
Nora Lee felt a sudden heat run
ming along her skin, travelling upward
to her ears; noisy humping in her
heart. She was aware in a burning
moment of his hand clasped warmly
and pleasantly on hers; his voice
drawing in soft, delightful cadences.
She was aroused to bright agitation
shaking through her thoughts; a
tremulous unrest running in her
veins.
What he said was not new. She
had heard Connie pipe it all in a
hundred different tunes, but it had
sped through her ears without ever
awakening her senses.
Now she stood in the dark, this
strange mans arm carelessly about
her-repelled. fascinated, expectant,
as though life were some magnifi-
cent diamond that he held in his
palm, slowly turning it that she
might see unguessed facets stintil-
lating with new and shivering de-
lights.
Instinctively she moved from him.
you cannot be right. I know it.
don't know why / know it. But
when agree with you, when I come
to think we should play at love with
this, that and those, something beau.
tiful will be gone-something beauti-
full lost"
Her voice trailed. She felt his
hand press roughly on hers, saw his
lips oddly straighten. He followed
her through the garden to the porch.
A light from the living room danced
in a pale, lonely beam across a rose
tree.
He gave a soft, reassuring laugh.
Il hope you shall never agree with
me. ] hope it completely, Miss Mead
ows. But don't be too hard on the
rest of us. We that do not know
the real, or we that have lost it,
must be content with sweet counter
feits."
She said uneasily, "That mag be
do not know"
The living room door opened be-
fore them, a couple passed. The girl
had her eyes closed, her head rest
ing with languid satisfaction against
the mans shoulder. Nora Lee tapped
her foot with impatient resentment.
Seeing Dane Herrick, his arms fold
ed broodingly, she summoned him
with a toss of her head. She led
him back to the por,h and leaned
against the rosebush.
Now, with his young, rugged jaw
grimly indignant, the tenderness and
laughter banished and his eyes glow
ering, she felt an immense, joyous
relief. She said impudently: "Where
have you been? Leaving me so long
| alonem
DANE ANSWERED.
you seemed we'll entertained. You
seemed to have much to talk about. +"
With the likes of such /! ] wasn't
entertained. No, one says things /
wish to hear but you. No one, Dane.
Stand here forever and whisper in
my ear. ForeverI You shall!"
The flushed, imperious wildness
in her tone struck into his heart
like fiery arrow. He said gruffly !:
what makes you so excited? What
makes you so beautiful?"
"You, Dane. The love of you"
He caught her hand angrily.
What were you doing, Nora Lee?
Your eyes are blazing. What were
you doing?
She said with a breathless, hurried
gasp: Doing? 1 was hearing of life
and dreading it, / was seeing you
gone--lost."
"What did he say to you? 1 can't
believe it!' ~
Nothing. He is we'll enough-a
writer" She moved toward him with
an impulse laugh. Being an hour
with some one else makes you seem
almost too good to be true. But you
are-and that's what makes me ex-
cited. You must never go far away
will your"
He said miserably, Il couldn't
Il care for nothing else-noth-
ing"
NEW ARRIVAL.
II may not get here tomorrow
night, Nora Lee. But I'll come for
you Sunday"
An odd SILVER of fear caught her !:
"No! If you can't come I'll leaye
tomorrow. / couldn't endure it alone"
She twined her fingers tightly over
his: II seem to need you an awful lot,
Dane. That's the tyranny Of love,
isn't It? / wish you'd stoop down and
kiss me sweetly-then I'll be sure that
Everything is beautiful"
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