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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
LOVE AND BE LOVED
, I had a visit from Mollie this morn
ing, little book, and although she did
not say anything about it directly I
knew she was worried about 'Dick.
"When do you think you will feel
well enough to come home, Margie?"
"About the first of September," I
"I have been trying to persuade
Dick he needs a rest," was her next
remark. "I tell him he should come
. here and stay a couple of weeks with
"I suppose you have been coaxing
him to do so." She gave me a rather
"He tells me he is very busy re
organizing the book concern which
means its life or death; so he can
plan to spend only week ends with
v "Mollie," I said suddenly, "are you
just as much in love with Chad as
you ever were? You have been mar
ried over two years now. Does the.
beautiful love light that you looked
forward to seem to be growing gray?
Do you eer think with a shudder
that some day it will go out and you
. will sit cold and cheerless in the deep
Mollie came over to me quickly ami
put her arms about me. , "Margie,
you remember when you were first
married to Dick I was an unformed,
foolish, flighty girl. Ali that I am
now in the way of being a sensible
woman I feel I owe you."
"Dear, dear Mollie," I exclaimed as
I put my arms about her.
"Do you know, dear," she'contin-
ued, "when I got my greatest inspir
ation from you? It was not fro'm
your words, for you consistently re
frained from the guff and gush
which married women so often feel
called upon to pass on to their young
"You did not tell me of any strate
gem. by which I might be able to keep
TO ENDURE MARRIAGE
my husband's love. You never inti
mated I should 'feed the brute
neither did you intimate I should
greet my husband with a smile un
der any circumstance, even if he used
me as a door mat.
"You, my dear, always seemed to
be my ideal woman. You were seri
ous and frivolous by turn. You had
a 'great deal of common sense, but.
were not afraid to become the veriest'
child in the enjoyment df little"things.
"Your power to analyze motives
and emotions is the greatest I have
ever known and yet I have still to
find it has made you morbid or pessi
mistic. You have kept up wonder
fully during your illness, but some
how, dear, you seem to draw away
from everyone. ,j
"You have grown colder. What is
it, dear? I am sure Dick loves you
more than he did when you were' first
"I shook my head, and she said
quickly, "Surely,. Margie, you know
Dick loves you?"
"Mollie, dCar, Dick never loved me.
The woman he loved was Eleanor
Fairlow. For me he had a sudden
attachment, a sudden passion, which
for the moment was all-absorbing,
all-pervading, and so without think
ing any. more about it he married me.,
Mollie, I think Dick admires me he
has to respect me, but when he came
to know me he found I was not the
kind of woman he would like to live
"Oh, Margie, Margie, for the first
time your analysis is wrong."
"No, dear, I have known this for a
long time, but I hugged the idea if
you loved anyone and were willing to
be loved that would make marriage
endurable, but Mollie," I whispered,
"I don't love Dick any more."
"Do you love anyone, else?"
. (To Be. Continued),