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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MORE DISCUSSION OF MOLLIE'S AFFAIRS.
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
"What did Mr. Hatton say to you
the other evening?" asked Mollie,
jontinuing the conversation over her
"He did not say anything concrete,
but what he did say made me feel
that for some reason, in which you
ire not concerned, he did not think
it was right for him to tell you how
much he care'd for you. I thought
that possibly he feels as though he
should give Pat a chance and told him
that being too self-sacrificing was
quite as bad as being too selfish."
"What did he say to that?"
"Jim Edie came up then and we
could not continue the conversation."
"Oh, I wish neither of them would
make love to me until we get over
this book-trust muddle. Both Pat
and Mr. Hatton seem to think that
this question will make or break the
paper and, Margie, I don't want to
see the paper go to the walL It stands
for good citizenship and honesty and
justice I want to see it prosper
more, I think, than I want either of
those men to love me."
"Mollie, you are a dangerous
"Mercy, Margie, that sounds like a
speech from a melodrama. What is
the matter with me that makes me
"Well, in the first place, my dear
girl, you have what men are pleased
to call a man's brain, which only
means, my dear, that you think for
yourself and don't let your men rela
tives and friends do your thinking. In
the second place you have found out,
as do all women who find they can
help do the work of the world, that
is not all there is in life. And be
cause you have found this out while
you are young, you are doubly dan
gerous to your own peace of mind
and to the minds of the men who are
interested in you."
'Margie, you have never said such
things as these to me before."
"Because you have never been
frank with me before. Let me be still
franker. Molly, my dear, there never
was a great thing done in this world
but there were two people in it a
man and a woman never a man
created anything, from an engine to
a picture, a bridge to a sonnet, that
the thought of some woman was not
behind it But remember this, my
dear, it was not always the same
woman. In all poetry there were
only two men who loved 'once and
forever one woman,' and one of
these was Dante Alighien and the
other Robert Browning. All the other"
great poets were inspired by SOME
woman who was always thought to
be THE woman. Count them up:
Heine, the greatest lover of them all;
Goethe, who perhaps came next; By
ron, Moore, Shelley, take any of
them that we have read about and
you will find the same story. A se
ries of loves, a series of women, and
they are but men like the rest of their
sex. It is not the love of one woman
that men adore but the emotional
upheaval of many loves for many
"Then you think if I should throw
up my job both Pat and Mr. Hatton
would survive it."
"They would hardly miss you, my
dear, as long as this battle with the
trust was going on."
"Yes, they would," asserted Mollie,
"they would miss my work my help
in the fight they are making."
"There, my dear, is just where yon
are becoming a dangerous woman.
When a woman makes a man miss
her when she leaves his side in the
great battle of life, if he unconscious
ly perhaps counts in her a. help in
stead of a drag she has become a
greater factor in his life than merely
the woman he loves in a sexual way."
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