San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-15

There is an old story of good
man who was commanded by God to
take his wife and daughters and flee
from wicked city which God had
determined to destroy. So the man
and his wife and his two daughters
rose hastily and left their house be-
fore the devastation began. And the
angel who was leading them cried:
Escape for thy life! Look not
behind thee, neither stay thou in all
the plain; escape to the mountain
lest thou be consumed
SO the man FASTENED onward as he
was told. But tho heart of his wife
yearned back to the city she had left.
For she loved the home which she had
built with the service of her hands.
There were the rugs which she had
woven patiently from their own flocks.
There were the dishes Lot had bought
her as bride. There were the goodly
strings of meat and peppers drying
in the sun, the jars of oil and lentils,
the flowers she had planted by the
little pool within the court. There
lay the treasure of years of life and
shortly it would vanish in the flame.
Her heart ached in hcr-she turned
her head and turning.
SHE BECAME A PILLAR OF
SALT
Ida can't get used to living in
Nebraska. 1t seemed very wonderful
on that day five years ago when she
and Richard left the train and for
the first time she saw the plains on
II L. L. ttf
of New England before. All her life
she's known the peaceful, compact
towns, hedged around with elms and
naples in living wall. Even in
winter the pine woods had stood so
near they seemed a snug, green cur
tain, shutting out the world. And
then she saw the wonder of unhar-
messed space with not a shrub to
check its mighty sweep. She saw
the night come rushing like a mount
ing tide, with no small noise of bick-
cring amongst the birds nor rustling
of the leaves before they slept. And
that first night she was all breath
less with delight.
But now, for five long years, she's
strained her heart for home. The
both well, and Fred is growing richer
every year and happier. But she keeps
yearning back - longing for narrow,
shaded streets, jrim lawns and snug
horizons. She takes no joy in neigh
boring. All her thoughts are set on
going home"
Ed Parker. too there's another
lonely soul. Men envy Ed, his thriy'
ing business, lovely home and gracious,
sensible wife. Not many men of 3S are
fixed as comfortably as Ed. And out
wardly Ed seems satisfied. But in
wardly he's weary of it all, weary Of
the safety and sameness of it all.
Weary of Clara's graciousness and
common sense. Always his heart is
barking back to his first wife, the
little girl he married when they both
were %. His madcap sweetheart
They were 30 poor then, and so rcck-
less. and so gayI They laughed ut
everything. They stopped at nothing.
They acted as though life were one
long lark.
But three years afterward the lark.
ing stopped. She died. And five
years after that he married gracious.
sensible Clara, whom he thought he
loved. And he was quite happy for 4
while. But now
Each year he grows more wistful for
the love that's gone. He goes about
his work like someone who's half dead.
Poor Clara worries, wondering what
she's done.
And Mary Arnold, she's the saddest
of thom all. A good. kind woman
whom the whole world loves--that's
Mary. She never married but she has
mothcred half the little ones in town.
We wouldn't know how to be born
or die or have n toothache without
Mary. And yet - underneath her