San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-11

In the papers with tnat PIC
'ture of your mother sitting
in the wicker chair out there.
Perhaps you remember it?
I've quite a number of her
pictures"
Nora Lee thought with
sickening finality: Shed do
stole my husband. But I'm no cow
it. Shed do it in minute" ''
."How would you like tat and a
warrant for your arrest as thief"
why arc you asking me about it,
Mrs. Stewart? IL you intend to make
the charges, why don't you go down
to the police department and do 1t:
Why have you come here first?"
BLACKMAIL CHARGED.
"I'll tell you why I'm here. want
cd to be fair since you're somewhat
young. / wanted to give you a chance
to return my property without fore
ing me to have you arrested"
you mean, Mrs. Stewart, that you
know you have no chance of proving
me a thief, so you're going to use my
mothers letters to compel me to do as
you wish. You're simply blackmaD-
ing me and / know it and the detective
told me you wouldn't have ghost
of show since the bonds we're clear
gift to me-"
"He did, did he? You wait and
see! You'll wait, young lady! I've
given you your chance. see it's use
less. You're as low as your mother"
Don't talk about my mother. If
you mention her again
A slow, tantalizing smile: yes;
what will you do?"
Nora Lee flung about, and, going
up, shook her fingers wildly in the
womsn's face: Say anything you
want, you vicious, ugly old woman
You can't hurt my mother. She's too
fine, too beautiful, too glorious, to be
touched by a demon like you!"
MORE yITUPERATION.
"And this wonderful angel steals
anther woman's husband: she brings
her child up in the presence Of
shame; she accepts burning love let
tiers. She causes an invalid wife to
be outraged and neglected" Lily's
mouth dropped in momentary whim'
pering lines, but her long fingers tap
ped violently against the purse. The
paper ratified. "She robbed me of
my husbands love and now / must
stand by and see her brat rob me
of my fortune"
Nora Lee felt revulsion so stupe-
flying she had to grip the back of
chair for support. She felt that Lily
Cornish was jumping on her mother;
blood was coming slowly from her
mothers flesh. Lily tracked this back
and forth until the whole, beautiful
body was smeared and stained.
Nora had failed to control the in
tervicw; failed to outwit this shrill, in
furiated woman. She wanted only the
letters from that purse. She was al
most faintins with the fear that An
drew's wife would never release them.
Now Lily took out a letter, She
opened it and began to read: MAR
garct, my dear love-
Nora Zee clapped her hands to her
cars, a sob rushing to her lips. She
would not stand here and allow this
sacrilegc; this shamins of those who
were so dear: this degrading of a
thing that had been fine.
A SACRED LOVE
1t was fine-that love of Andrew
and her mother. She thought it was.
She would always think so. She re-
membcrcd that first summer when
they walked through the forest. all
three of them singing. Andrew stop
ping now and then, cooking his head
to catch some trailing birdsong that
he might initiate for Nora Lee the
sweet wild music. How often he had
swung her in his lean, supple arms
to the trees; how often ridden her on
his shoulders, so gaily kind that she
wanted him to be her father.
Rich and varied might their life
have been. Her mother would be liv.
ing now. But those two we're gone,
their last hours insensible with grief.
And the cruel vindictive woman lived.
She was standing now at Margaret'S
desk. raising her voice to a shrill chal
lcngc.
"You don't want to hear their
shame, do you? You wouldn't like
these letters to be printed? 'Margar'
ct. dear lover Listen to this: Yes,
dearest, it is part of your greatness
that you never show regret though
your giving has brought anguish"
"Stop!" Nora Lee came so close the