The Washington times., 1925-03-07
By Elen0re Meherin.
The Biggest and Best Story q
Her Career.

The Biggest and Best Story q
Her Career.
Cutting here now she didn't
~ trace the cause Of her agitation
She only knew that Ida Burnett's
gloomy ranting had filled he
mind with tormenting visions {
q young world rushing to hell
and foremost in the race a dar
haired, laughing-eyed boy-her
son. But she and all the moth.
ers of the earth went along
gayly, blindly: permitting this
wholesale damnation; raising not
q single hand to stay 1t.
And the boys own father sa:
there like a bump on a log with
out the slightest CULVER Of alarm!
She nurmured childishly: "I1l
count to ten. II he doesn't turn
around" She tolled off the
numbers. drawing: "Seven-eight
mine"
The pencil in Danes hand waS
moving swiftly - eagerly now.
Nora Lee stole noiselessly into
the hall, flung a coat about her
shoulders and stepped into the
front garden:
It was a night Of stars and
songs and early flowers dreaming
In the moonlight. She went up
the hill, keeping her eyes on the
dark tree tops of, Sutro Forest.
She passed the slope hemmed
In by eucalyptus trees. where she
had sat with Godfrey Bell the
night he asked her to marry hin.
many years ago! Thin aesthetic
fellow, but a fineness in his
eyes-the husky warmth in his
tones when he told her: "You
are not only the most beautiful
girl In the world-you are su.
preme. I have a great dream
for you, Nora Lee!'
Walking Alone.
Odd that she remembered this
now. Odd that she should wonder
IL Godfrey Bell would consider her
Q pitiful object, one now with all
the vain. commonplace women he
% scorned.
She wondered IL he, too, would
have lost interest in her. as it was
only too clear that Dane Herrick
had; A gorgeous night like this
and she must walk alone! He could
even forget her existence!
Rugged in the distance rose the
bluff above Ninth avenue. Here
they had driven that night Of Danes
return. They had watched the
waters drenched in midnight hues
and a red moon dropping broken
pillars Of light on the incoming
waves. She had cried against his
shoulder: You're the only one.
There never was another-only you.
DaneT
No Longer Needed.
She found tears on her eyes now.
RELYING this scene. She murmured:
''What is the matter with me! Why
should I cry?"
She sat on some steps and pressed
her cheek against their GOODNESS.
She was crying because her hus-
band didn't need her-because her
SON was no longer an infant de
pendent for. his very sustenance on
her. She CITED because the absorb
ing sweetness OF these demands was
over. And there was on substitute
to take their place.
But this she didn't know, though
she felt bereft.
81 suppose I should return" she
thought moodily. Hell wonder
where I am
But she continued to gaze at the
hilltops-at the weird yellow lights
Of automobiles flashing about Twin
Peaks; continued to pour this
mournful bitterness into her heart
She walked homeward slowly,
feeling q chill upon her face.
She thought Of stealing through
the hall and going to bed with
out speaking to him. Since he
had such imperious work to do
let him do It!
But he heard her first step
and turned to her Iaughing-a
light Of triumph in his eyes. Ee
had evidently solved his prob
lem. Come here, Nora Lee!
Come here and kiss Jour Iover!"
He saw the childish Tears AMI
eyes filling. She would have said
bitingly: Lover" But her lips
trembled and she glanced down
swiftly at her shaking hands.
She stood at the doorway. her
came over, teasing: What now,