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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 14, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 6

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KELLOGG "ALLOWS WIFE TO GET
DIVORCE POEMS SHOWN
The newspapers are strangely si
lent over the divorce decree granted
to Mrs. Mazie Ayers Kellogg, wife of
Henry N. KelloggT secretary of the
American Newspaper Ass'n. Yester
day Judge Sullivan signed the de
cree. Kellogg's romance was blasted
after one month with his wife. The
couple were married Jan. 13. They
separated Feb. 5. Kellogg is several
years older than his wife.
Kellogg did not defend his wife's
suit. She said they had agreed on
$200 a month alimony. To substan
tiate her charges, Mrs. Kellogg in
troduced letters and poems which he
had written her. Among them were:
"HOPE LOVE"
Darkness is over us, clouds bleak
and drear
Shut out the sunlight of life now, my
dear.
But tho the heart's heavy we must
have hope still.
Let's never give up, but work with a
will
To overcome what is so'heartrending
now,
And drive out the anguish that pales
cheek and brow.
My darling, you've drunk very deep
of woe,
We cannot tell why, but we hope it is
so.
Still don't be downhearted, sweet lit
tle wife,
There's surely some happiness left
yet in life.
Let's seek till we find it, nor e'er think
defeat,
Let's battle, and struggle, and never
retreat
With courage and hope we'll com
mand success.
We must never accept the least but
less.
"Whue tneres life there's hope," so
"never say die,"
We shall Jiavfe our happiness bye ami
"bye.
Come, darling, try to look forward
with cheer,
Hope will bring joy in the end, sweet
dear.
Yes, joy and contentment and happi-'
ness, too,
Must surely be ours if we're brave
and true.
You are and e'er have been, staunch
and strong,
A tower of strength helping others
along.
Now that your hour of deep trial has
come,
Fight on, hope on and we'll yet have
our home.
Dearest Girlie I cannot tell you
how it wrings my heart to have you
feel so blue and miserable and to
know that I am the cause, tho God
knows I could not dream of what oc
curred and would have died a thou
sand times rather than make you
suffer so.
Can you comprehend my feelings?
I doubt it. I have all the agony of
my own disappointment (after years
of other agony and dreams of sweet
Heaven) and the added sting of the
suffering I brought you.
(Oh, so unwillingly and unwitting
ly). Can you see my side of it?
Harry.
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