San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-12

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screens. which are said to go sail
ing around the room when she is oscu-
ton, closing her fingers on the girls
arm, but Nora Lee darted from her
and sped up the steps. She glanced
at the slip with her balance OF
sS7.15.
She said lightly: "Eighty-seven
dollars" and added slowly: That's
every cent you have except this 81
here
1t surprised her to find that her
breath swelled as she made this adj
mission. She walked down Montgom-
cry street and stopped before restau-
rant, counting the segments In the
halved grapefruit. She said TO it and
became limp with the thought: Then
you can't go to college. You can't go
East. You can't" She touched her
fingers musingly to her lips, aware Of
things melting and frightened rushing
at her throat and she added, warming
iy: "well-what about it? If you
can't, you can't
AMBITION STIRS.
But she began to walk very quickly,
looking straight before her. She saw
trees to the north reaching to a gray,
uncertain cloud. Yes, that was Tele.
graph Hill up there. Maxwell Reed
said he would take her on jaunt
there some day. Funny-living IN
the city so long and never having
climbed it
Thinking of Maxwell Reed recalled
her own soaring ambitions-the great
things she must do. Margaret said
but Margar ret was gone. And who
cared now? What difference did it
make? Her heart knocked rapidly.
She stopped again and this time It
was before a window with office fur
and chairs. She exam
ined a little battered table with a
critical eye. She was trembling with
the chill realization of her complete
aloneness. Presently she would get on
the car and ride back to that empty
its echoes - see its
shadows-lie on the bear rug before
the fire and sleep through the night.
This prospect appalled, her. She
could not go on living there! She
might as we'll 90 down and creep into
her mothers grave as remain IN this
house where Margaret stood at every
doorway, smiled from every window,
whispered in each breeze.
MARGARETS IMAGE.
She thought in n bewildered way
II must want to forget you" Then
she had to get out her handkerchief
and furtively wipe her eyes - then
she had to look up and smile at the
image of her mother that her
thought brought so wildly before her
mind.
These odd contacts with her sor-
rowing memory comfortcd her as
though Margaret really passed and
waved an encouraging hand. Her
mother thought it sullen thing to
mourn the dear ones who are gone
such shabby payment for all the a1oys
we've shared; such lack of faith that
they continue. Yet it had been hard
to laugh when Andrew went-it is al
ways hard.
She felt the letters stuffed in her
blouse and wondered if Margaret were
glad and relieved about it; or if she
would be afflicted knowing that now
Nora Lee had to give up all her
dreams.
She said to herself suddenly: 81
have the house." and remembering her
plan to sell it, suddenly laughed aloud.
Sell it and go right away-go East.
She walked on rather feverishly un-
til she came to real estate office and
entered. She wished to sell her house
at once
The agent asked questions, got out
a block book. 81 know the hOuse-it's
one Of the first built out therc-about
tN elve years old-it was built before
the streets were laid out-an Italian
family owned the lot"
And had Nora Lee added a garage?
Were there hardwood floors and a
furnace and automatic hot water? No
well. times were dull and a small
place was a drug on the
market in the best times. He'd list it
Il want to dispose of it Immediate
IT,"
''You can't do it. even at n sacrifice.
Better wait two or three years until
the building boom is on"
"No---I want to leave the city. !
have business in the East"
Even il you discount the house en-
tirely. and that's about what you'll
have to do. you'd have difficulty in
Of the lot at this time.
Money is tight as the shell of a nut"
THE house is awfully attractive.
It's finished in redwood and there are
views from all the windows"
How much did you think Of ask
ingT
II thought at least S5000."
The man shook his head. Il couldn't
sell it today for $4,000. People won't
buy these old places. 1t may be arts
tic, but it's not even a plastered house.
Try to rent it"
She said pleasantly: "Well-per.
haps you're right"
But she went on quickly, dizzied,
as though hands had suddenly flung
out and struck her in the mouth.
The bright. happy world of yester-
day. with is careless dreams so sure
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