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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WOULD I Dp THJS?
(Copyright, 193.4, by the-Newspaper
"Surely," I thought as I put Kitty
Malram's announcement of her en
gagement to a minister down and
picked up my last letter, "this note
from Eliene Symone must be just a
commonplace invitation after such a
sensational bit of news. Fate cannot
hurl a second one into my lap."
But I had not realized, that if the
things that actually happen every
day in the most monotonous lves
were chronicled they would be set
down as the emanations of the most
unreal of fictional imagination.
Here in one morning I, Margaret
Waverly, who had lived most un
eventfully, had 'been asked to help
and advise in a case where the, whole
future lives of two people depended
upon the outcome.
Suddenly I began to feel very old
and I hoped that Eliene's note was an
invitation to do something particular
ly frivolous I wanted to put off the
responsibility for a little time.
JEliene's note read:
"I shall call for you at 11 o'clock
tomorrow, dear Madge. I want you to
go with me to see my babies I am
going to adopt twins two wonderful
boys. I an? ttie happiest and most
miserable woman in the world."
This last letter" capped the climax.
Eliene was going to adopt twins and
was the happiest and most miserable
woman in tfie world. What could it
mean? Had Jarry at last given his
consent? What had happened? For a
moment this last? letter overshadowed
the contents of the other one. I look
ed at the clock; it was after nine, and
if I was to be ready for Eliene I must
hurry and dress for the street. I was
barely finished when Eliene opened
my door after a light knock. Her face
, was. gray; she looked as though she
had not slept for a week. Her hands
trembled, and yet about her mouth
and in her eyes was a look which
meant an interest in life either hap
py or sorrowful greater than I had
ever seen before.
"Is if true that you are going to
adopt twins?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered, "buts let's
don't talk about it until we get into
the car." .
She fairly ran down the hall to the
elevator, and when we got into the
big limousine she turned to me and
burst into a torrent of tears. Sobs
J shook her frame. She could not
"For pity's sake, what is the mat
ter, Eliene?" I asked. "Surely you
are not crying this way because you"
are going to adopt some children.
Have you had a quarrel with Harry
over it? Have you chosen babies in
s'tead of husband? What are you
making all this fuss about?"
"Harry don't know I am going to
take the children,," at last she found
time between her sobs to answer,
"but I am taking them home-today,
nevertheless, and I know he will let
me keep them, for, Margie, they be
long to him!"
"Yes, that is the truth. I have
known for a long time that Harry
had furnished a flat for a young wo
man who used to be a maid to bis
mother, but I shut my eyes, to it all.
You see, I had more to make me un
happy than you thought However,
two days ago these baby boys were
I born to the girl, who, it seems, had
broken with Harry about six months
ago, and in giving birth to them the
"An" older sister came to the house
yesterday to see Harry, and, as he
was out, she told me her story. I then
and there decided to adopt the chil
dren. I immediately went to my law-
yer and had the papers drawn and i
am going to "have the grandparents o '
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