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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 14, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 15

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- CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
SWEETHEART THE ROMANCE; WIFE THE HABIT OF LIFE
Chapter LI
I asked Eleanor Fairlow to go with
me to the matinee this afternoon.
We went to see "The Witching
Hour," and" we both cried and had a
beautiful time, although from what
she said I knew we were miles apart
in our points of view.
"Do you imagine," she said to me,
"that a man can marry one woman,
have sons and grandsons about his
chair and to the end of his life hunger
for the fire of love the passionate
and poignant sweetness that he
knows the other woman would have
given him?"
"I don't know," I answered, "but
I know this: Whatever a man asks
of his wife ;if she loves him she
gives.
i "If his heart hungers for some
thing he does 'not get from her it is
because he has not asked for it.
"A clever woman wrote the other
day: l sometimes think men do not
really want women to love them;
they want only a certain-submission
and the grace and comfort of a wo
man's presence in the background of
their lives the foreground being fill
ed by more interesting matters, such
as business, sport, ambition, etc. A
great love embarrasses them.' I have
though much about that little para
graph and I am quite sure we might
add to it that many men may all their
lives be hugging to their hearts the
hunger for that great love which they
deceive themselves into thinking
some other woman than their wives
might give them, while all the while
the wife has been learning-thorough-ly
that 'passionate and poignant
sweetness 1s apt to be very cloying
if given as a regular diet."
Eleanor Fairlow looked at me mus
ingly and then she said:
"Perhaps you are right, Mrs. Wav
erly, but do you know I almost think
I would rather be the romance that
a man remembers than that every
day thing which becomes just a life
habit.
I wonder why Dick did not stay in
love with Eleanor Fairlow? I am just
as certain as that I am his wife that
he was in love with her once or at
least thought he was and that she is
in love with him still.
I suppose I ought to be very jealous
of her, but I long ago learned that I
had nothing to do with the yester
days of my friends, and I feel the
same about my husband. It is enough
for me that he chose me to be his
wife that I was the woman who he
wanted to be with all his days.
The tragedy that I saw in "The
Witching Hour" was the solitude in
which we all must live and die. We
say "you are part of me," but even
while we say it we know it is not true.
Husbands can live all their lives hun
gering for the "passionate and poig
nant sweetness" of "the touch of a
vanished hand" and wives beside
them smile and make believe that
they do not miss anything from the
"grand sweet song."
I really wish I did not have such an
analytical mind. Why can't I accept
without questioning? Sometimes I
think:
The only difference in love in heaven
From love on earth below
Is here we love and know not how to
tell it
And there we all shall know.
(Te Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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RIGHT
"They say poverty is a blessing in
disguise."
"Well, then, its disguise is certain
ly perfecjL" N. Y. World.
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It has been estimated that 1,248,
000 factory hands in Russia partici
pated in strikes, in addition to 215,
000 others who are employed in es
tablishments not under the factoiy
act.

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