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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
A LETTER FROM LIENE
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
I had a4etterfrom Eliene this
morning. ' "-
"Oh, dearest Margie," she writes,
"if you could only see my. boys'" (I
note she already says "my boys.")
"They are the sweetest things inall.
"They have great big brown eyes
and Budge squints his up so- funny
when I hold him to the light Toddy
keeps his wide open with nary a blink.
I call one of them Budge and the oth
er Toddy after those delicious chil
dren that Habberton wrote about.
"I am the onlyone that can tell
. one of those blessed twins from the
other, and, Margie, I am really hap
pier than I ever was before in my life.
Some women, Margie, were born to
be mothers and some were only born
to be wives. I'm the first kind, and,
dear, it may seem queer to you, but
these two babies seem exactly like my
own. rou can t teu who tney ww
look like, although Budge's nurse in
sists they both look like me. This, of
course, is rank flattery, but I do think
they kaoyf me, and the 'feel' of their
little wet mouths bn my throat or
against my cheek sends a thrill over
me that never came to me when Har
ry was making love to me, not even
when he proposed.
"I wish you could see them in their
baths' I bathte them myself, while
both nurses stand by in admiring idle
ness. They are so soft and satiny and
fragrant and utterly helpless that I
am almost overcome by my responsi
bility to them
"Margie, these boys shall have their
"Did you hear I went on toNew
York with him so that there should
be no scandal' I did this for the ba
bies' sake, not his. Harry Syrogne
ought to get what's coming to fife.
and do you know, dear, I think "he
is getting some of it now.
"Just before we got to New York
he came in my drawing room and
tried to talk to me to tell me how
sorry he was and how big he thought
" 'Perhaps,' I said, 'other women
are not so fond of babies as I am.
Besides, Harry, I feerthat I, as your
wife, am in some way responsible,
for the fate of these children. When
we were married, Harry, I took you
for better or for worse because it is
worse is no reason why. I should re
voke my vow.'
"I wish you could have seen him,
Madge,' Even I, who feel that he has
outraged me beyond forgiveness, felt
sorry for bim. He has grown fifteen
years older and the lines on his face
are no longer laughing lines they
are the deep lines of remorse and
pain. He thought he could pay for his
pleasures in money. But he found"
I that you must pay to the uttermost
for every sin against another that
you commit, And, Margie dear, I'm
r paying too. I guess I was" not every
thing l might have been to Harry.
My grief at not having children was
too poignant. I let it poison all my
waking hours; I did not pay much
attention to Harry's likes and dis
likes, and "of tentimes I thought him
vulgar and almost brutal because he
either made fun of me or ignored my
"It's a queer world, Margie. Here
Vsit with babies in my arms that an
other woman died to bring into4he
world as an earnest proof of her love
for my husband. She paid by not be
ing able to live tot them, poor thing' I '
wonder if she knows that I forgive
her freely and will, love her babies,
who are now mine, as well as she
could. You see I don't believe tbat
you have to bear children to love
them utterly v
"Come down and see me bye and
bye, Margie, and as-fhe greatest favor