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THE CONFESSIONS OP A WJLFE
CAN ONE LOVE AND FORGET?
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
I awoke this morning with a split
ting headache and a f eehng of fatigue
which made it impossible for me to
get up. I suppose, after all the excit
ing hours of the last ten days, I am
getting the reaction. -
I know that during that time I did
not eat orsleep regularly, and just
as sure a one neglects one's self
physically the human machine must
Aunt Mary came upstairs, all solici
tous, to see me.
"Why," Margie! I dot believe you
have a fever," she exclaimed as she
laid her handk cool from the sluggish
circulation of the aged, 'on my fore
head. "I don't know whether I have or
not, Aunt Mary," I answered, "but I
know I'm sick."
Aunt Mary pulled down the shade
that Dick had- raised with -a bang
when he1?was looking for his collar
button, -with the accompaniment of
more or less pyrotechnic language,
under the bureau. Dick was late for
the office and he forgot to pull the
shade down again and the sunshine
streamed dawn into my eyes.
I was, however, too, ill to get up
myself and do it until Aunt Mary
came up and began to put me and
the room to rights.
Some women are born nurses. Aunt
Mary was able to braid my tangled
mop of red hair without hurting my
poor aching head. Indeed, her minis
trations were soothing. She tied a
cold compress across my eyes and
sponged off my hot face, throat, arms
ami-Jiands with cool water.
She straightened out my tumbled
bed and arranged my pillows in the
most comfortable manner and then
"What you need most is rest, Mar
gie. I am going in the other room
wher I will not disturb you, but will
be near if you want anything."
She had hardly gotten out of the
room before the telephone rang and L.
heard her say: "Margie is quite sick,
Dick. She has not been able to leave
her bed this morning and I am sure
she will not be able to go for a long
motor ride and supper out of the city
tonight, but I'll ask her.
"Margie, Dick has called up to ask
you to De ready to go with some
friends out of town for dinner this
"Why, Dick knew I was ill when
he went away," I answered, hurt that
he did nbt remember. "I cah't pos
sibly jjo." Aunt Mary delivered the
message and Dick replied that he had
forgotten about my being "a little
under the weather," but he thought
He would go with his friends, anyway,
so not expect hini home to dinner.
I supposfe I showed my disappoint
ment in my face, forAunt Mary said:
"Dick kriows, dear that you are not
seriously ill and that rest is all you
neef to make you all right again."
In my heart I knew that I would
have remembered, All day long those
words of H. .Hi's have sung in my
"Darling," he said, "I never meant
To hurt you," and his eyes were
"I would not hurt you for the world;
Am I to blame if I forget?
"Forgive my foolish tears," she cried.
"Forgive! I knew that it was not
Because you meant to hurt me,
I knew it wasxthat you forgot"
But all the same, deep "in her heart,
Rankled this thought and rankles
When love is at its best, one loves
So much he cannot forget.
(To Be Continued-Tomorrow.) j
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