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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE MARGIE, IN MISERY OVER HER HUSBAND'S INFEDILITY, CONTEMPLATES DEATH Little book, I have come to you in these early morning hours only you can walk with me through my Geth semane. Since I heard that conversation be tween Chad and Pat I have not been able to think until now. ..All through the night 1 have been conscious only that my body was but a receptacle for one wild wail of agony. For the last half hour I have been slowly coming back to something even more horrible than I have yet gone through. Until then I was not aware that I was living, but now oh, God, I know that I am coming back 'to life! Life! My heart grows faint and I can almost feel my breath grow cold as it passes sobbingly out between my pain-drawn lips as I think of it "What is that they said?" I asked myself over and over, and the one great fact always comes uppermost Neither of these men neither Chad nor Pat who are both good men, who call themselves honorable men, are concerned with Dick's betraying my love and trust. They accept that as a matter of fact and -dismiss it with the remark "Dick in human." Their only concern was that Dick had made his liaison public. Sometimes I think, little book, I too might have accepted this fact, but it hurts me that I cannot distin guish the false from the real. Even the gold of my memories must ever more be tarnished with doubt I can never be sure I have ever been the woman for whom Dick hungered never be sure that the hours that -I have treasured were not just bridges over which he passed from the mo notony of every day to the primrose paths of joy and variety. Little book, I have no more cour age. I cannot look the future in the face. This last frost of deceit and hypocrisy has laid the flaming salvia low. I am no longer a brilliant bit of color with my head up to the sun. I am lying prone, a putif ul mass in the squalor and dirt of hurt and doubt I know now that through all my unhappiness until now I had hope. Even when I was a log I had a feel ing that sometime, somewhere, somehow everything would be well. But now I cannot stay here, while my heart bleeds and my pride with ers, and wait for what? I am not strong enough to go on loving and losing and still keep giv ing and giving. I'm through. Little book, life is not worth the struggle and I am going to end it all as soon as possible as soon as I can find a way by which I can do it de cently and in order. I expect many of my friends, if they knew this, would say: "Why do you give up; why don't you divorce Dick?" That would not help matters at all for me. I have been too unhappy for the last few years to try to piece .even contentment out of my shattered hopes. Surely there will be some way 'to die for die I, must without bring ing, the disgrace of suicide home to my friends. And besides, little book, I'd hate to make all those friends, especially' . Malcolm Stuart, who believes in me and my courage, feel they were mis taken, but. henceforth, little book, Margie Waverly who has made such a mess of living and loving is going to try and find at least eternal quiet, eternal peace. MARGIE HEARS THE CALL OF THE SEA TO FIND ETERNAL PEACE THERE For once, little book, nature is in' accord with my mood. All night long to i