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A vivid blush dyed her face as I
spoke and she asked: "Why,?"
"Because you are so lovely that I
am sure he would be heartsick to
think you unattainable," I answered
"I am not sure that I am unattain
able," she answered slowly.
"What do you mean by that,
Eliene, dear?" was my question.
(You see little book, that could be
understood two different ways
Eliene might forgive Harry or she
might fall in love with someone else.)
"Only that I am so happy with the
children that I feel like forgiving all
"Don't you feel that Harry has
done the one thing which is unpar
donable when he left you for another
woman?" I asked somewhat cruelly.
"Margie, I don't believe there is
any one thing that is unpardonable
between husband and wife.
"I am quite sure that Harry did not
really intend to be wicked and I can
see where he must have gotten very
tired of my constant fault-finding.
Harry loved peace and selfishly
.sought it where it could be found."
"Are you still in love with him,
Eliene?" I asked very much surpris
ed at her calmness inpeaking of her
"I don't know, Margie. The longer
I live the less I know what love be
tween married people is. I was sim
ply crazy about Harry before I mar
ried him. It seemed as though I
would surely die if anything would
happen which would separate us and
yet here I am happier than I have
ever been in my life and I am not sure
that T shall ever look upon Harry's
"Every day, as I watch the un
folding o.f mind of these babies I have
a feeling that I am assisting at a
wonderful rite, that I am of use in
the scheme of things
"Margie, I never had that feeling
after I was married. I never was
necessary to Harry.
, "Yes, I know " she said quickly
as I tried to interrupt her, "the first
few months of marriage are like a so
journ in an imaginary garden of
Eden where the whole of God's uni
verse circles around one man and
one woman but the 'angel with the
flaming sword' soon turns us out in
the world of work, of care, of multi
plied temptation and you know the
"Margie, I have never yet known
a woman who has been married over
five years who has found married
life what she had imagined and been
taught to believe it was."
"But," I expostulated, "surely you
know and have known many women
who have been married fifteen or
twenty years who are contented and
"Not 'contented and entirely hap
py' my dear, rather resigned and
comparatively happy but, my dear,
every one of those women has gone
through the awful desert of disillu
sion. Some traverse it earlier than
others and some are left only a
pathetic heap of bleaching bones on
its burning shifting, sands, while
many reach the other side and are
content to rest and not suffer any
"My dear Margie, not only our
ideas on the morals of sex are wrong
but our sex education is started from
a basis and carried on in a manner
that makes one blush for our boasted
"I realized this the moment I felt
my heart go out to those dear babies,
they were as perfect as nature could
make them and yet to the whole con
ventional world they spell disgrace."
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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until the meats are delicate brown.
Remove shell and all skin and grind
in food grinder, using finest knife.
Put through six or eight times, or
until oily enough to spread. About the
fourth time add salt to taste. Pack
tightly in closed jars.
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