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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
SECRET GRIEF RAVAGES THE HEART.
One of the most disheartening ex
periences in life is to grieve alone, to
know that your sorow must be se
cret, to know that according to the
world's standards you have no right
Little book, I wonder if there are
many women in the world who have
had to suffer and keep silent as I
have. Mollie and Eliene came in to
see me today on their way back from
the funeral of Malcolm Stuart. Their
countenances were swollen and
stained with tears. They could weep
openly for their friend.
I met them with tearless eyes and
a white face. 'Is Dick worse?" asked
"No, I think not, but he is certain
ly no better."
"Poor Margie," said Eliene. "But,,
dear, you may be glad you had an
excuse for staying away from Mal
colm's funeral. It was terrible."
I must have shown a questioning
expression, little book, for she con
tinued, "Margie, it was all so, cola
and formal. Think of it, dear, with
the exception of Dr. Virot, who fol
lowed the casket out of the church
alone, there was not one person
there nearer and dearer than Harry
and I and Chad and Mollie to come
"It was inexpressibly sad to me,"
said Mollie, "to think a man with all
Malcolm's brain, all his money, all his
lovableness, should not have had
lad some one some woman, I mean
whom he loved and who loved him,
v.o follow to his last resting place."
I didn't say anything I could not
have spoken if death had been te
penalty for silence. And then all at
once it came to me that Malcolm
Stuart had never once in all our ac
quaintance told me he loved me. Nei
ther had I told him I loved him.
"You love me, Margie," he said,
and I had answered, "I don't know."
He started out to his death that
day without knowing for sure
whether I loved him or not, if the
saying so in words would have made
him sure. - x
"I wish I had told him I loved him
and had promised to go with him," I
said to myself. "I wish he had had
that happiness, before he died.
"Would you, have gone, did you
love him?" my brain asked,my heart
Before my heart could answer
Mollie spoke. "Do you know, Margie,
I have always felt Malcolm Stuart
was genuinely in love with you, and
had not Dick been my brother I
would have toldou so, for I could
see how utterly unconscious you
were of his regard. I cannot see why
you did not fall in love with him. I
know if I were not so insanely in love
with Chad I would have done so in a
"But, Mollie," spoke up jEliene,
"Malcolm never paid Margie any
more attention than he did the rest
"Perhaps not," answered Mollie,
"but somehow Malcolm's attentions
to Margie always seemed to me to be
I thought of all the attentions and
intentions that were buried in my
heart. I choked up with emotion,
little booK. I wished I had died while
I was lying like a log all that long,
Why had Malcolm Stuart sent Dr.
Virot to make me well? Why had
he saved me from dying when I
wanted to die if he were to go out of
my life like this?
I started up in desperation I was
one the point of telling Mollie and
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
I exclaimed, when the nurse came
out of the room where Dick was ly
ing. "Mr. Waverly is awake, Mrs. Wa
verly," she said.
"Is he conscious?" I asked. ,