San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-13


you, please Letters, marmee
Andrew wrote all these"
Margaret didn't stir. Nora
Lee rubbed her hands wild
ly. She said soft, frantic things,
"Marmee-oh, my dear marmee-"
and tried again and again to lift Mar
garet in her arms. She couldn't do
it. The snow fell softly all about
them.
Then she began to cry. She wrapped
her arms about her mother and lay
down in the snow, pressing her cheek
to Margarct's. Oh, her mother was
dead-her dear. beautiful mother.
Well, she would die, too. She would
never, never leave her. The thin, child
ish arms squeezed about the inert
form; the soft, tender cheek close.
They would be buried in the snow.
That's the way they would find them.
Her tears were scalding now. Mar
garet lay so still and cold. She whis.
percd: "Marmee, if you'd only waited
only q minute more. Oh, l ran and
ran. Now you'll never know. You
didn't even kiss me when 1 was leay.
ing-oh, you didn't"
She began kissing her mothers lips,
her hot, young breath in Margaret'S
face. Then she was sure the lips were
moving. She put her cold little hand
against Margaret's nose. There seemed
a faint warmth. She dried her hand on
her petticoat and tried again. Then
she knew that must be her mothers
breath.
NORA SAVES MARGARET.
She jumped to her feet, shaking the
snow away, pulling with all her
strength on Margaret's arm. She
begged: "Marmee, you hear me! ]
know you do! Can't you get up? Try
oil, please, get up! don't know
what to do. don't know at all"
Margaret's eyelids fluttered.
Nora Lee took off her coat and
made a pillow of il. She put this
under Margaret's head. She though
she should run back to the farm and
they would come and lift her mother
up. Yet she was afraid to leave her
lying here like this. The snow might
cover her-it might hide her forever
in this cold, lonely silence.
She stared at the white, drifting
snow petals. If they would only
stop-if God would only let them
stop-for just a little while :.
Suddenly they seemed to whirl
away in a sharp, blue wind. So she
ran and ran, her small feet flying
and slipping. When she reached
Matty Lundstrom's kitchen, her throat
blazed and she could hardly talk. She
said: my mother-oh, my mother
fell down in the snow she's
Matty had a spoon half wound in
her apron. She went to the door and
called: Christ" and clapped her
hands loud. She came back and be-
gan asking questions.
Nora Lee grew frantic. She tried
hard to keep her lips from twisting.
She said in sobs: "Please hurry.
Please hurry. She might die. She's
lying on the ground. L couldn't lift
her up"
The snow was falling quickly
when Chris Lundstrom got out his
small car. Matte climbed to the
front seat with him. She had big
gray veil wrapped about her head and
kept turning around to talk in a
muffled voice.
But Nora Lee sat with her small
hands dug together. The wind was
now. 1t was turning dark.
She peeked through the Tapping cur
tain. She prayed: "God-let me
be sure where it was-don't have her
covered up"
Then she cried out: "Here-Stop |
here"
But it was only a tree stump,
white and stark. Her heart clattered
noiscly. She didn't know where the
place was. Shed never be able to
tell.
Chris stopped the car: Guess it's
about here, isn't it"
The child answered in a soft panic
Il think So" She ran back and
forth in the melting snow. Suddenly |
she cried: "Here-She's herei
Margaret lay just as Nora Lee left |