San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-30
Nora Lee Meets a Very
Fascinating Young
Novel Writer

I island reminded her Of the noun.
tains In the north.
He said: Il thought you wanted to
talk"
"Td like to know where you get
your IDEAS
"a SACRILEGE."
From you, from Connie, from the
water there. From that" He
pointed toward a tree. Two figures
had paused. The girls dark orange
dress gave out faint glimmer as 1t
| fluttered. Soft, hurried tones flung
toward them. The man drew a flask
from his pocket, held it to the girls
lips, then to his own. She came
very close and put her arms tightly
about the mans neck.
Nora Lee shut her eyes. She said,
angrily: Il hate that"
"Why?"
"Well-well-I don't know why ex-
actiy, but it's unnecessary"
he laughed. as it? Are you sure
Of that?"
Aren't you? It's a sacrilege-"
He glanced indulgently at the
flashing indignation in her eyes.
"One doesn't need to be in love to
hate things that are cheap, do they?
Do you think a girl ought to kiss. A.
b. and x? without sufficient provo
cation?"
He laughed with immense glee. at
depends on who is A. b. and X, and
what you're pleased to consider suffi-
Gent provocation. confess it's rather
touchy on the girls of today. They
have the growing pains of the whole
sex thrust on them. For centuries
they've been hynotized into regarding
themselves as marble statues without
fire or impulse. They've been taught
to believe that unalterable virtue was
not only easy for them but the natural
and almost inevitable state. Sudden
ly this fetish of female chastity loses
its magic. Women awake to find
themselves not marble statues but hu-
man beings !: the same as man,
only more So"
She shrank little. "Then you be-
lieye in all this whatever you may
call it? Do you"
'It doesn't matter. Women are just
passing through painful phase of evo-
legs. They'll come to in a hundred
years or so. 1t makes it nice for us
writers that we're born in the throes
of the Illuminating experience"
She glanced at him warmly, thrill
of pride in her mind. How pleasant
and easy he was. She said wisely:
"Yes-there's something in what you
say. As Westermarck points out in
the History Of Human Marriage Gus
tom is so often accepted as right"
He laughed but this time silently.
Quite delicious the way she tripped in
these large names. Tell me, little
Miss Meadows-have you written any
thing else besides your school stuff"
mot much except all my thoughts
in my diary. I've kept that quite some
time-ever since ] was H."
"Whew-There was a diary Of
girl published not long ago. She'd kept
it since she was 8. Why-you may
have a masterpiece already"
You're joking"
"No-I'm not. Perhaps you might
let me see it"
II couldn't-oh mol
parts of II, then?" He was stoop-
inB uOnn. his atm IbhtcnVu at neh
waist. Listen, sis, would you like
to meet people that writer"
"I'd love it." She turned her face
upward and found his very near. She
drew back with a short, frightened
breath.
"Don't be alarmed" He linked his
hand in hers. She was surprised to
find the velvety touch agreeable. II
don't do that whatever you may call
it" He laughed: II must tell the
truth seeing you are sister genius.
l only do whatever you may call it
after proper provocation. Will you
let me come some night and take you
to some shin,dig or other?" ... &C..
"Yes-soon? Will you make it very
soonf"
"I1l make 1t very SOON"