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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
ONLY MARRIED WOMEN CRY AT WEDDINGS. CONFESSION 184
Does everything always go wrong
at weddings no matter how carefully
they are rehearsed?
In the first place Kitty's preacher
man was called to a death-bed in the
settlement and kept her waiting at
the church for a half hour. I could
see she was nearly crazy. Then when
at last he did come he did not make
any apology except to tell the bare
fact of why he was detained; but she,
dear girl, was perfectly satisfied.
I could see his mind was not on
marriage or giving in marriage and
he went through the ceremony more
or less in a dream.
He had forgotten all about the ring
and I gave him mine, for I was stand
ing right behind Kitty as matron of
As I did so for the first time I
looked into he face of the best man.
Horrors! it was Mr. Sanders
He looked rather queerly at my.
wedding ring as he passed it over to
Herbert, and I was so excited that I
felt my knees tremble.
I had to say to myself:
"Margaret Waverly, -if you dbn't
act like a decent, civilized woman
now I'll simply take you back to Dick
on the next train."
The thought of Dick made me re
member our wedding and all the
things that had happened in our year
or more of wedded life. "
As usual when I thought of Dick,
the man my man a little thrill ran
through me from head to foot. I
closed my eyes and for a moment it
was I instead of Kitty who was stand
ing there plighting my troth. Oh,
Dick! Dick! I do wish it was easier
to like the man one loves I mean
to like everything about the man one
I love you if you call wanting to
be with you, to feel your arms about
me, to be happier if I can look at you,
can touch you loving.
I love your strength, your
pendence, your manliness; but I know
now, in all the year in which we have
been married, you have never greatly
appealed to my intelligence or intel
lect. As far as culture goes we two
speak a different language. I hate
the moral weaknesses you have
shown on more than one .occasion.
You can work, Dick dear, but you
are not able to endure, and so you
leave that to me as woman's portion.
"Until death do you part," said the
minister, and I opened my eyes and
pulled myself up short as I realized
that I was being disloyal to Dick.
In my heart of hearts I could not
help thinking that perhaps he too had
some reason to be disappointed with
me. I am always trying to get at the
heart of things; I am not content to
take things as they come; I must
know WHY they come.
I looked into the faces of the bride
and groom and wondered if they were
starting out toward the, goal from an
entirely different direction.
I think that Herbert loves Kitty de
votely, but I am.not so sure that there
is not a- lingering emotion in Kitty's
heaft for Bill Tenney. When I looked
at Herbert, however, I washed Kitty
could once compare the two men at
close range. Herbert is even better
looking than Bill, and no woman or
child, looking at the two men, would
not trust Herbert, for always and,
well, as fascinating as Bill Tenney is
I would not trust him around the cor
ner. I used to think it silly to cry at a
wedding, but at Kitty's I shed a few
tears with the rest of the women who
were wiping their eyes. I also found
out one astonishing fact it is that
only married women cry at weddings.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Nearly 400 women applied for pa-
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