The day book. [volume], April 27, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 22

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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MARY SAYS MEN DO NOT VALUE A WIFE'S LOVE.
(Copyright, 1915, fay the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
As I looked at. Marv sitting: there
-cso calm and yefSo perfectly decided
in the course she had mapped out
for herself in absolutely eliminating
not only Jack, but all thought of him
pirom her life I felt really sorry for
"him.
f Don't misunderstand me, little
book, I knew Jack was only going to
get what he deserved, but if he had
only realized that he had in Mary
, and Mary's love the one priceless
treasure that all humanity seeks a
mate another part of one's self,
something more than friend, lover,
sweetheart or wife, he would have
died before he would have let her go
out of his life.
'Mary, with her high ideals, could
have been this to Jack. Indeed, she
was eager to be it, but, for fear the
bonds that must bind one to its real
mate would chafe, Jack, quietly broke
them one after another, and mw,
when perhaps he had realized ma"!1
the thing ihe had lost was the one
thing thatrcould make hfe worth liv
ing, he was going to find out it was
gone forever.
But, sorry as I felt for Jack, I felt
sorrier by far for Mary. The wording
of that will makes it impossible for
her, with her great sense of duty and
honor, to break the legal bonds that
bind her to a man who is less than
nothing to her.
How will it all come out?
To you alone, little book, I may say
i that the best solution would be for
ijack to die of this malady from which
he is now suffering. That only hap
f pens in the story books, however,
fc where the complacent author can
kill off the obnoxious one at a mo
ment's notice with no fear of conse
. quences. I thought these things as
Mary turned the conversation to her
books, as though the fateful subject
upon which we had just engaged was
,. ended and happily forgotten. She had J
said she could not go to Jack and
considered the matter ended.
I interrupted, however: "I'll have
to go back, Mary, and tell Dick you
will not go to Jack so that he can take
the night train." t
"I imagined Dick sent you, Mar
gie," she said serenely. "Dick has
not yet gotten over the school boy
fashion of delegating the things he
is afraid will prove disagreeable to
some one else, and that some one is
usually a woman. But I, too, am
glad you came, for I could not have
told Dick what I have told you. I
have a feeling that he would not un
derstand as you do.
"Margie, did you ever remark liow
surprised most men are when they
hear that some woman has ceased to
love her husband.
"I don't know why it is that almost
every man seems txx think that the
wedding ceremony binds the love of
a woman to him with a grip of steel
that cannot be broken.
"He can grow tired, so tired of see
ing the same face across the table
from him every morning. He may
decide that he knows every possible
subejct that his wife can discuss. He
may almost confide to himself that
he is on the verge of hating the wom
an he has promised to 'cherish till
death do us part,' but it never enters
his mind that the wife of his bosom
may have the same feelings in regard
to him.
"We read in books and see in plays,
Margie, that a man goes to great ex
pense of time, trouble and money to
keep the interest and inclination of
his mistress. Why will he not do the
same to keep the love of a wife? Why
is it that a man seems to think that
his wife is his to do with as he will.
And yet he always thinks that she still
loves him, while all the while he is
giving her good reason for hating
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