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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK FINDS MARGIE AMONG HER
I asked Alice to take the key that
I always wear on the chain around
my neck and bring me all the "little
books" from the secret drawer at
the back of the bookcase.
She had to make three trips, for I
have filled a good many of them since
that "last night of my girlhood."
All about me on the bed she put
them, and I picked them up one after
another and almost hugged them up
close to my heart.
Alice, who is a very understanding
person, left the room and I was alone
with my dearest of confidants and
As I held the one to which I had
confessed my rebelliousness when
Sonny died, I wondered if my dear
little red books were not my best
friends. They had never obtruded
themselves on me and yet they had
always been near when I wanted
them. They had let me run on with
my confessions of pride, of sorrow,
of longing for things that perhaps I
was better off without. They let me
make up my own mind without ad
vice and never said "I told you so"
when I found I was all wrong.
Just then Dick came in. His face
changed as he saw the books piled
about me, but he tried to speak nat
urally as he said: "So you have de
termined at last to let Pat publish all
these little books, Margie?"
"No, dear," I answered. "I just had
them brought out here to try to de
cide what I should do with them."
"Shall I take care of them, Mar
gie?" and Dick made as if to gather
Now, isn't it queer, last little book,
that some way, of all the people I
knew I simply knew that Dick was
the very last one I wanted to take
care of the record of my soul?
"No, please don't touch them,
dear," I exclaimed. "I don't want
any one to take care of them unti'
after I am "
BOOKS ON EVE OF OPERATION!
Dick softly put his hand over my
"Don't, Margie you know nothing
is going to happen to you!"
His voice trembled a little in spite
of his effort to keep it perfectly nat
"Dick," I said after a few minutes'
silence, "I want to make my will."
Dick groaned. But he sent his at
torney to me that afternoon.
My will directed my executor to
have my body cremated, and then
that everything I had, "personal, real
or mixed," should be given to my
dear husband, with the exception of
a few keepsakes to personal friends.
I added a line in which I said that ten
years after my death my little books
should be opened and read by my
husband, if her were alive, or some
one that he should delegate; and it
should then be decided whether their
contents should be published.
And now, little last book, I am bid
ding you a long farewell It may be
months at best before I write in you
again, and it may be that Margie Wa
verly's confessions to you have
I have finished the entire story of
Paula for Pat, and it will appear
daily while I am ill. I am sure it will
help many girls who are struggling
as Paula did.
(To Be Continued.)
TODAY IN ILLINOIS HISTORY
July 29, 1805 The first general
assembly of Indiana territory (in
cluding Illinois) convened for first
time; the event marked the advance
of the territory to the second grade
of government. V
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