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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MOLLIE FORGETS TO TELL ME HIS NAME
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I certainly think Mollie is the
queerest girl. This morning I re
ceived a perfectly, wonderful letter
from her telling me heroeautiful love
story and I have read it through
twice and for the life of me I cannot
tell which one of the three she is
going to marry.
Here is the letter, little book, I
wonder if you can tell from it which
one it is.
"I am here in my little room Mar
gie dear, and its four walls are just
bursting with my happiness, Margie
dear, dear Margie I am in love in
love again. You know when I was
at your house the other day I was not
at all sure whether I would marry
Chad, Jim or Pat Tonight I sit here
and wonder how I could have been so
blind. There is only one man in this
teeming world this moment only
one man to whom my soul goes out
in almost stifling love. As I write,
dear, my breath comes quick and my
heart is beating so fast that I can see
my nightdress fluttering above it.
"I have come into my room, dear,
and am ready for bed, but I cannot
sleep for the whole world is fairly
rocking on its old wornout axis and
dancing to the song of love.
"Isn't it queer how sane we are
when we talk about loving until we
love then the universe resolves it
self into the clasp of clinging hands,
the touch of caressing lips, the sound
of sweet words.
"Margie, I have never thought that
any man could paint life in such won
derful colors as did the dear man who
left me, but an hour ago.
"Life with him is going to mean
more than just living for two selfish
"The world is going to be a better
world because we two people love
each other. He said that I should
have plenty of time and all the help
I wanted to carry out my individual
"I don't want you to be a part of
me, dear heart," he said, "I want you
to be yourself the you that I love
the you that to me is the sweetest
woman in all the world the woman
that is irresistable the woman who
is the one woman on earth."
" 'You won't want to make me all
over into something else after we are
married?' I asked, "most men do,
" 'Certainly not, why child you
strike me as being the only perfect
thing I have seen in all my long life.' "
Right here, little book, I thought
she was talking about Jim Edie, for.
he was the oldest one of the men who
were in love with her and it really
sounded a woman, but the next sen
tence made me think she was talk
ing of Pat, for I knew how Pat ad
mired her work on the paper.
"Do you know, dear Margie, he
said that he could not conceive that
a girl as young and inexperienced as
I could look into the shining sorrow
ful soul of man and write of it as
sympathetically as I had. He wants
me to write a book."
Pat has told me often that he
thought Mollie would make a great
fiction writer, but so for that matter
has Chadwick and the next sentence
made me surmise that Chadwick
Hatton was the man. " T have been
both sad and sorry, Mollie, sweet
heart, but I am never going to be sad
or sorry again.
" 'All the other women that have
come into my life have gone today
out of it forever, there is no room for
anyone else but you.' " That might
be any one of them, little book, in
fact, it might be any man for they
say it at such times.
And now comes the sentence that
pretty nearly spells tragedy for me