San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-23

that were done. Yes, Andrew was
born and exuberant with the youth
pelting high through his veins some is
years ago.
MEMORY OF A NIGHT.
Vanished years-lost, defrauded
yearsI And the dear. aching sweet
ness of youth when il is lost; care
less, unaccounted joy priced so might
lily when it is gone.
Andrew thought suddenly of thing
Nora Lee said so often when she was
nine or ten: ooh, j wish and wish
you were my father! Then wouldn't
have to go always without one. Isn't
it sad?"
Memories tore with regretful hands
at his thoughts.
Then he stood in the walk. Vines
grew all over the fence; the geran-
iums were pink and shiny above the
pergola. That night six years ago
when he brought Margaret here; when
he carried her, his beart breaking with
its love, into this house. ..
At least she had been happy. Sho
had said so nobly: Dear Andrew,
| am so glad to give" That wondrous
night the moon rode down path of
crimson fire. she drew his head to hers
and yielded him her lips.
He went now softly. Margaret was
in the garden. She had been pluck
ing flowers, came toward him, her
arms filled with golden dahlias. They
were yellow as the strange lights in
her hair; rich as the amber pallor of
her skin.
THREE LONG WEEKS"
Facing him so, she seemed eternally
young in a golden, misty bloom. His
eyes filled at her smile.
"Ah-you would be glad, dear An
drew, to know how | have trembled
lest you would not come again. / am
as foolish as my Nora Lee, turning
red and white for IOve!-
He looked at her with that ter
rible, yearning tenderness: Il saw
our Nora Lee walking with the lad,
Let them have their happiness, Mar
garet. Do you know she is growing
beautiful?7
Margaret could weep when any,
one spoke with warmth Of Nora Lee.
Her heart would poise as though il
were too full to beat.
She said lightly: "Oh, no! But
rather pretty. Andrew-it is tire,
weeks since you were here"
He laughed: Three very long
weeks, Margaret.
She was searching his eyes; noting
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whittier, the strong, fine brow lined.
When they went into the house she
did as he so wished she would. She
clasped his face in her hands and
stooping down kissed it gently:
you are not happy, Andrew. dear. :"
Il am now. Margaret, will you come
away with me?"
She turned white, The whitness
Travelled inward even from her finger
tips. HAS it come to this, An
drew"
~Yes-it has come to this"
NORA LEES FUTURE.
She turned from him with a desper-
ate movement and sank her hands
against the flowers.
After a moment he went to her. BE
put his arm about her, taking her
hands in his: Don't fear to hurt me,
Margaret. Do only what you can.
know what holds you back. You arc
thinking of Nora Lee. /, too, have
thought Of her"
~Oh, yes, Andrew-her life is all
before her"
WELT would not hurt her more
than this, would it? We can 20 any
where-South America-Europe. II
need not be known where"
And If don't go, Andrew"
he said nothing.
Does it mean, Andrew, the end,
them"
I'm afraid il does, Margaret"
Il can not bear it! Andrew-I can
not
This was so much more than he
expected, a cry sprang to his lips
He pressed his face down against her
hands, covering them, with kisses.
THOUGHTS OF EUROPE.
She went on blindly: Il would not
think it right TO send you out of OUT
lives. Andrew-yOu have done toe
much. Let you 20 alone? Why? Who
would call it right? Andrew, give me
tonight to think"
He laughed softly. Margaret, /
could die gladly if only for this one
word you have said" He put his
hands on her shoulders and drew her
with an eager gentleness. Fear and
worry dropped from him like a dis.
carded gown. He buried his face
against the soft, sweet fullness Of her
throat.
When Nora Lee came in he said
gaily, Where is the merry brown
lOverF'
''The merry brown lover must pile
Up the shiny shekels. On Saturday
nights be works. But why all the
jubilatiOn, you silyer-tOpped, lovely
Old Andrew"
They sat at the table. Margaret's
eyes rested with trembling, uncertain
question on Nora Lee.
DOES HE MEAN IT?"
Suddenly Andrew said, Wouldn't
90 TO Europe. fair maidg'
When, kind sir?"
Tomorrow"
Nora Lee laughed. docs he mcaT
it, motherF
1T might be that he does"
Her eyes danced. But not forever
Could we stop off in Boston perhapsE'
We could do that"
She said wistfully: Dane may X
east 10 study. His old uncle want
10 send him TO the Boston Tech
/ Well, / shouldn't mind a sojourn il
Europe for the nonee."
Then tits settled! Up at O. dam
sci, and fare forth for the tickets.
Margaret stood up, her lips white
/ Nora Lee and Andrew laughed.
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