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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
ARE THE HIGH HOPES OF MARRIAGE EVER FULFILLED?
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association)
"Margie," said Dad, after a short j that you young women of today
silence, "did Dick say anything to
you about my will?"
"Not a word, Dad," I answered.
"Well, I left all I had to your mo
ther. It isn't very much. There will,
however, be my life insurance, which,
of course, is hers. The home is also
hers. I did this, for I want her to
feel independent. I don't think there
is any martyrdom worse for the old
than a feeling of dependence.
"Margie, my girl, be good to your
mother. After I am gone she will not
have much to live for, because she
will feel as though she were alone.
"I have always petted her, Margie,
and since I have been lying here I
have been thinking of her as she was
when we were married. I don't think
the girls are as pretty now as they
were then. Even Mollie, who looks
like her mother, is not as good look
ing as she was at her age.
"I remember her the night I asked
her to be my wife. We were sitting
outside her father's house on a large
-piazza. She had on a low-necked
dress of some kind of thin stuff. It
was pink, and I could not help think
ing that, where it lay against her
white skin, I had never seen anything
more beautiful in my life.
"The moon was full and it was
'light as day, but with a silvery
brightness that made the-flesh on her
white throat and arms translucent.
Margie, as I lie here with the knowl
edge that the years have rolled away
to the very verge of eternity, my
thoughts will not dwell upon the
married life not even upon our chil
dren but they go flying back to that
time when your mother was my
sweetheart, the loveliest little piece of
humanity that ever made a man's
" heart beat faster. After I am gone
remember this, Margie
"Sometimes I wonder who will
baby her in her little ways. I know
view life so differently. Even Mollie
at times seems to feel that her mo
ther is a little selfish, but you mod
ern girls don't understand that it
used to be a womanly "virtue to be a
little selfish, to accept homage and
"Dad, dear," I said, and my voice
was hoarse at the picture -that dying
man drew of his youthful love, "I'll
be just as kind -to mother as she will
let me be. I know that our minds are
as far apart as the poles, but 111 re
member as long as she lives what you
have said to me today."
Dad reached out a trembling hand
and I bent down, and held it for a
moment against my cheek and then
well, I had to leave the room so
that he would not see my tears.
I wonder, little book, if, when I
come to the end of the way, my
thoughts will go back to the begin
ning of love?
I don't believe that I have ever had
the ecstatic feeling since that was
mine the night before my marriage.
I sometimes think that when one
is filled with high hopes is when one
A very pedantic friend said to me
the other day that ma"ny people used
hope in a wrong sense.
"Ho.pe," he said, "means some
thing you desire and expect. You
can EXPECT something you do not
DESIRE and desire something you
do not expect, but you can only hope
for something you both expect and
We women expect so much and de
sire so much of marriage!
Is our hope ever fulfilled?
(To be continued tomorrow.)
Branch D of Appellate Court hand
ed down judgment against Lew Fields
for $2,000 in favor of Eva Tanguay.
Salary for one week in company.