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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MARRIAGE MUST HAVE AN OUTLET
Dick has gone, little book, and I
have promised him very soon to go
back to our life together again. But
why promise? When I have gone
back again I belong, and although
the belonging has lost much of the
thrill of the first time',, today I am
filled with that kind of negative rest
fulness we call content
Little book, does every women
, come to that place in life where the
straying of her husband seems of lit
tle moment to her?
A year ago I thought I should cer
tainly die if Dick should attempt to
caress me. Today, with the memory
of his arms about me, I have forgot
ten all his empty passions and his
febrile fascinationsand I believed all
the dear words he said to me all
the protestations of undying love.
"Dearest," he said, "I've always
loved you. There has never been a
moment when I would have ex
changed you for any one else. All
my foolishness has come more or
less from drinking, as you know.
But, Margie, tonight I want to tell
you never again am I going to touch
a glass of liquor." ,
Now, little book, I am going to tell
you just how I feel about it. -I am
glad, in a way, to be Dick's wife
again, but the illusions are all gone.
I am still young enough to want to
be happy and I've got to be satisfied
with a passive content.
However, as soon as Dr. Virot says
I can leave Atlantic City I am going
back home to see if I cannot find
some kind of work to do that will
not only interest me, but help others.
I don't mind tell you, little book,
that in a way I am very glad to "be
long" again. There is something
about the tie that binds husbands to
wives that is as peculiarly satisfy
ing as it is inexplainable.
It is quite- different from any other
relationship. I questioned yesterday
whether husband and wife were ever
of one spirit, and I am quite sure
they are seldom so, but I guess the
old biblical idea is right they areof
The tie is so binding, even in this
day of easy divorce, that each turns
instinctively to the other when un
der .stress, and it is then we become
disappointed and unhappy if the oth
er fails to come up to our ideal.
Perhaps at the end of September
I shall be back in my beautiful home
with Mrs. Selwin. Dick says she is
growing very frail and is looking for
ward to my 'coming with great
eagerness. Mrs. Selwin idolizes Dick,
who has always been much sweeter
to her than he has been to his own
mother, and I know nothing will
make hen happier than to know that
Dick and I are reconciled.
Reconciled! What a cold word that
is! I sometimes think it is worse
than compromise, for if you compro
mise you get something at least a
little of what you want, and you
must reconcile yourself to the things
that are. m ,
I just saw from" my window Mal
colm Stuart's new yacht outlined
against the sea like a great white
bird, flying ajscarlet flag with white
insignia Iiwonder what Dick meant
when he made that nasty little re
mark about Malcolm I wonder if
the. two men will like each other
when they meet.
It is a queer little secret I have
been carrying around with me the
last year, little ,book a perfectly in
nocent little secret, and' yet as I look"
tback it seems to une if I had not had
that outlet I cp'uld not hav,e lived.
Perhaps, little book, tlfat is the so
lution of the problem. We all must
have an outlet Dick's has not been,
as innocent as mine, that is alL
Well, very soon Malcolm Stuarty
will sail away on one of his long voy
ages and Dick and I will be reconciled!