San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-27
Son Arrives to Brighten
Lives Of Dane and
Nora Lee.
CHAPTER XIII

III ooiiOui'o ioicON 81 cud
heads. The first of the tu-
lips bloomed. The thousand
vines of honeysuckle kept
filling the air with new dis
tillations of perfume.
Nora Lee stood at the win
dow of the living room gaz-
ing wistfully into the old ia
miliar scene. There, under
the acacia tree Margaret had so often
sat. She loved the touch of it,
branches in her hair when the wind
swayed.
And there in the center, where
now was little fountain, Andrew
had planted the many colored pansics,
IL was March. Four months they
had dwelt here. They had walked up
the curving road to the bluff and
the old abandoned quarry. Many a
night they had sat here watching in
silence the white waves of moon IL
lumined seas: watching Tamalpais
wreath herself in difting scarfs Of
Jade and silver They had climbed
the long steps between the eucalyptus
trees glanced about hurricdly
and spatchcd swift kiss, rs in the
days when love was very new. They
had been happy.
'BLUEBIRD' IMAGES
But now Nora Lee felt dreamy
sadness floating POLITICALLY like water
lily on the deep pool Of a melting
tenderness. She whispered to herself !:
Perhaps it's never to be--ncver.'
There were times when this thought
filled her with brooding loneliness.
Images from Maeterlinck's "Blucbird"
filed through Der vision--palc ships
with little children. The children
smiled but shook their heads and went
Ealing and fading into clouds. She
had an odd feeling that they were
offended with her. She had kept them
waiting too long. SO they hurried
away. finding sladdcr. bigger, reader
homes. They would never seek her
out again.
But in other moods she scOffed al
these absurd, fantastic musings. She
looked at her long, slender form and
egultod. She wrapped herself in a
new brocadcd evening wrap and sal
uted the bright image capriciously :
Not a sorry looking sight, Nora
darling. If / do have to tell you so
myself"
At these times she had no regret
that freedom was yet hers. She con-
sidered calmly all the sacrifice; the
great and eternal responsibilities that
even one child would bring, and she
thought. burdened ITS Just a.
well. Just as wcll."
SHE SHOULD WORRY
Then she wondered why she had
been so bowed with sclf-accusations n
few months ago-why she had rated
herself a shabby failure? Why should
she be tormented when about half he
women in the world were very uncer-
tain even as TO the right TO bring
children here?
What sparkling joys does life offer
that ono shonld shove it, unaskcd, on
new spirit: Omar calls it the
GROWING insolence-and Mark Twain
says every birth is crime-Wcll,
then. In this age OF individuali1n
she should worry.
Yet-vheu the day came that she
believed her wish certainty she was
astonished and dazcd-fillcd with gid,
dy, half historical wonder She said
10 berself:- "A SON. and began 10
tremble.
A few nights after this she watched
Dane as he was making preliminary
ssetches for an apartment house. She
thought pilfully: He doesn't know
7 NAV not tell him at ALL And
whereas she had often wished she had
been born . man, the sex now seemed
little pitiable. A man might never
even know that child of bis lived.
unless the mother vished to tell him.
eTnnnld be scarcely fair" She ed-