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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
Women love a cave man
Confession CLXXI1.
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
I had a letter from Kitty this morn
ing that was most interesting. It be
gan: "You are not going to disappoint
me, Margie, dear, about coming to
my wedding, the first Wednesday in
June; and then Herbert and I are go
ing on a little honeymoon journey.
Think of it, Margie ! We are going to
take two whole weeks to ourselves
before we again begin our work
among the poor and needy, the sick
and sorrowful.
"I want you to know my 'preacher
man,' as I call him. I think he is the
very best man I have ever known,
and, Margie, I'm trying awfully hard
to live up to his ideals.
"You may be surprised to know
that I had a letter from Will Tenney
yesterday, enclosing a newspaper
clipping which contained the news
that his wife had sued for divorce.
"Margie, when I saw that well-remembered
handwriting on the en
velope I might as well tell you my
heart went pitapat and I felt myself
grow hot and cold. For a minute all
those exciting times of the last win
ter came up before me. I saw the
lights, I caught the fragrance of the
flowers. I heard the music between
the impassioned tones ot jWlll's voice
again my nerves grew tense, my
breath came fast, and then, as I broke
the seal and began to read the letter,
I grew perfectly calm again. Margie!
Margie! I don't believe you can un
derstand how happy I was when all
atonce I realized that anything Will
Tenney might write or anything he
mightNsay can never again affect me;
and, strange as it may seem. I was a.
, little worried, for I realized that, how
ever much I may regard and respect
my 'preacher man,' he will never be
ablo- to awake in me the tumult of
emotion that would clog my speech I
at tiroes when across the table I
would look into Will Tenney's eyes
and wonder if he really was telling
me the truth when he told me he
loved me. O, Margie! Do you re
member that sentence from Brown
ing? " 'How bad, how sad, how mad it
was,
But, oh ! how it was sweet.'
"Margie, I owe air this to you, for I
was going straight to the devil when
you persuaded me to come here and
I found this dear, good man, who
seems to me to be a perfect haven of
rest.
"The other night I told him about
Will, and all he said to me was: 'My
dear girl, do you love me now? Do
you feel that you would rather that
I should be your husband than he?'
" 'A thousand times,' I answered.
" 'That is all I want to know,' said
my dear 'preacher man.'
"He was silent for quite a while, as
he sometimes is, but at last he spoke.
'Dear, I was trying to decide if I
loved you well enough to give you to
that man you have just told me
about, and I am afraid I do not.'
Tjhen his face showed a depth of pas
sion I had never thought he pos
sessed, and he gathered me up in his
arms and crushed me to him as he
aid: 'Kate' (he calls me Kate), 'I
think I should have killed him had
you told me you loved him still.'
"So you see m.r preacher lover has
some of the caveman in him still, al
though I did not find it out until I
told him about Will.
"I'm glad of it, Margie; for, say
what you like, I know and so do
you we women always like a man
who is willing and ready to fight for
his own."
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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