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Chapter CXXXIII.
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
I was awfully glad to get your let
ter, my dear girl, and I am sure you
realize that I am very, very happy to
know that you have found not only
peace, but happiness and love, and
that you are looking forward to a
great content.
Of course, it may not be good taste
for me to say: "I told you so," but
you will remember that when you
came to me in tears and sobs and de
clared that your whole life was bound
up in the more or less- checkered ex
istence of Bill Tenney I sajd to you:
"My dear, it is only a case qf propin
quity, after alL that you are so sure
is affinity."
The more I see of life the more I
understand that we, all of us, have
capacity for great good and great
evil, and ofttimes we lie to ourselves
and soothe our consciences by soph
istries. You probably did not realize
that there is always a pleasurable
sensation about being a little
naughty. Playing with fire is one of
humanity's most exciting joys.
I presume you told yourself of all
those other women who made great
sacrifices for love and imagined that
George Eliot, Mary'Wollenscroft and
Heloise paid no more dearly for their
lives which have made history than
you were doing. But you forget, dear,
that where four or five big women
stand out in history as giving all for
love and, in spite of it, gaining the es
teem of posterity thousands and
thousands of poor, patfietic women
have sunk under the load of shame
which their sacrifice entailed and
went down under the cruel verdict of
the world and were never heard of
But I must stop moralizing, dear
(,Dick would call it talking "in my
school-teacher manner) and answer
your question about telling your
preacher lover of your episode with
Bill Tenney.
I don't think I should say any
thing if I were you.
I do not think any man has any
right to your past any more than you.
have to his. Your only covenant is
for the present and future. He has
fallen in love with your personality
and character as it is today, and if
this is tlver character and personality
he decides are the ones he admires
most he should find no fault with the
way they were acquired.
I think, my dear girl, that, while I
would not advise every girl to seek
your way of obtaining it, you. are
much better able to cope with your
coming duties as a minister's wife,
because you personally know of the
many temptations that can come to
a girl. And, whatever the wonderful
virtues of your "preacher man," you
are now worthy of him in every, par
ticular. ,
Don't overdo the matter by being
too good, however. Remember, dear,
you are somewhat a creature of con
tradictions and extremes. You are
apt to be like the little girl with the
little curl very good or horrid. Be
honest with yourself, my dear. Re
member no human being can be an
gelic all the time any more than he
can be devilish every minute.
What you wrote me about your
ministerial lover makes me think I
wIIFfTke him very much. He seems,
from your description, a man of real
red blood who is not a vapid creature
made up from precept, but one who
has been hammered into something
big and strong by practice.
It does seem strange, Kitty, dear,
to think of you settling down into a
preacher's wife, but, knowing yqur
boundless sympathy and great big
heart, I know you are not only going
to make that corner"of the world your
preacher huuband will look upon as
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