San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-21

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fervid tribute, reiterating love and i'm
mortal faith. She said at the close
mo one is Drawer than you, Dane.
thought it glorious the way you can't
with me. But suppose you will want
things ended now and won't wish To
some to this house any more. Even il
this, is so and am never to see you
again, you are the love of my life and
always will be-"
A sense o. sublime tragedy filled her
thoughts with the sending of this let
ter. When she looked at Margaret
flashing tears blurred her eyes.
Margaret said with a whimsical
pathos: what a hard, unforgiving
child / havei Are you never to smile
at your mother again?"
1T was cruel in you TO treat us so,
You never said a word to Dane. i had
to send him off"
Now see here, Nora Lee-suppoSc
left you alone all night and didn't
phone and you fancied me hurled to
death. Then i came walking in fresh
and smiling as the early morning,
wouldn't you be speeches. and glad
and terrified all at once?'
You made Dane think he could
never come here again"
''Oh, no. Did / do that?' Mar
garet's eyes grew sad because they saw
too much. She would have kept Nora
Lee from love a few years yet.
But she write to Dane-a brief,
humorous letter and begged their par
dons-both of them for. grieying as
foolish mothers do
He came that very nigit-holding
no grudge. He said to Nora Lee +:
They're all alike. Ny mother'd do
the same-I was coming anyway"
So she went about in a state of ex-
traordirary happiness, time reckoned
terS she received. They were not fam-
ing letters, but now and then ardent
phrases crept in between paragraphs
and these she treasured. They hummed
like songs through her mind.
Il never really loved before, Nora
Lee. and I'm so glad you haven't. /
think of your eyes-they are bluer
thany any sky ever saw, bluer than
any flower-I wait for your letters.
Don't fail me because / can't study If
you don't answer at once. l think of
you too much-your face goes across
the pages when ! try to study, feel
your hand on mine. You know you
have the prettiest hands I've ever seen.
| wish they were in mine now. / want
to kiss yOu-even once"
She was engrossed in her own emo
tons. Sometimes she noticed gaunt.
weighted look in Margaret's face. She
thought: "She doesn't want me to be
happy"
She said to her mother: ''why do
you look so?"
Margaret smiled: How am I look
ing?"
Terrible. Anyone would think your
heart was breaking"
1T will never break while / have
you. Don't you know that?
Am l to blame for the way you
looky"
Margaret laughed: you're almost
the center Of the world, Nora Lee, but
if have looks, they're not your fault.
Perhaps your mother is only growing
old"
ooh. don't say that Some people
are only starting life as old as you"
Margaret tried after that to bring
the gay light TO her eyes; TO force the
happy, happy laugh to her lips. But
a sense of finality, Of the ultimate
breaking tore her heart to shreds.
The thing that long ago she feared
was coming now to pass. She saw il
in Andrews harried' face; in the an
Zuished look that came suddenly at
times across his mouth. Seven years
ago she had doomed him to this.
He laughed when she asked: what
is grieying you:'
"Life-Margaret. 1t has not been
easy for us. Or have you found it
so?"
A stark, grotssque accident had
changed the current Of Andrew Stew
arts life.
One evening be came to the great
white house at Fairdale. He saw
lights in the wing where his wife's
apartments were. He wondered and
walked through the garden waiting for
them TO be dimmed.
He waited an hour. Finally he
went in quietly thinking to reach his
room unnOticed.
He had scarcely stepped into the hall
when a tall, lean figure clothed in pur-
pie stepped across his path. A cold
hand was laid on his shoulder and his
gife's voice spoke 10 him.
He stepped back, sghast. Lily!
Are you walkingE"
A soft, musical laugh: Andrew,
vOur wife is cured -