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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 22, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 26

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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
THE END OF THE TRAGEDY
"We arranged that she should go
on a visit to Cincinnati and while
she was there we should be married.
She left me, not withlhe rapturous
thought of soon being my wife, but
with the worrying thought, 'Will fa
ther forgive us when he finds out?'
" 'I should hate to have him leave
all his money to my brother,' she said
wistfully.
" 'Dearest, isn't love enough?'
" 'But is it? We can't eat love.
It can't keep us warm. You see, I
am a rather helpless creature, dear,
and I am not sure that we can even
keep love with us if we should be
poor.'
" 'But I am not poor, dear. I can
keep you comfortably.'
"You see, Mrs. Waverly, I was
getting a splendid salary from my
paper and had a slice of stock which
was paying good dividends and I
simply could not get over the" idea
that if two healthy, normal young
people loved each other a few hard
ships more or less did not matter.
"I thought she was needlessly
worrying over an idea that "would be
completely dissipated when we were
together.
"I departed for the next
day perfectly happy. Do you know,
Mrs. Waverly, I do not believe I shall
ever be as happy again as I was that
morning. I got my license and en
gaged quarters at one of the best
hotels, where the manager was my
friend and he promised to help me
out in every particular.
"That afternoon I met my sweet
heart at the train. We went directly
to the house of a justice of peace,
who also had promised to keep our
secret for a little time, and we were
married.
"We had four days of happiness
and then my bride began to be con
sumed with fear."
" 'If father ever finds this out he
will never forgive me,' she said, as
she read one of the headlines of my
paper, which said some pretty caus
tic things about the old man. 'I can
see him tonight tearing his paper
into bits and stamping on it with the
wildest rage. Oh, Malcolm, I am
afraid.'
"I tried to make her understand
that we did not need her father as
much as he needed us, but I could
not, and at last I came to see that
it was not the loss of her father's
love that worried her, but the loss
of her father's money.
"At first I could not make it seem
possible that this girl who apparent
ly was as much in love with me a I
was with her, loved money more.
But at last when matters became
more and more strained between her
father and me, when the secret mar
riage became intolerable, I said one
day:
" 'We must make our marriage
public.'
" 'But we can't,' she exclaimed In
terror.
" 'Why not?'
" 'Father will never forgive me.
He told me yesterday that not one
dollar of his should come to me if he
thought I would many you after he
was dead.'
" 'My dear girl, thepresent situa
tion is impossible and I cannot with
any self-respect keep it up longer.
It would look as though I, too, were
afraid you would not get any of your
father's money. I shall announce
our marriage tomorrow.'
" TTou must not, Malcolm, you
must not,' she shrieked hysterically.
" 'My dear girl, I have come to the
conclusion that we have made a mis
take, but it is not too late to rectify
it Only this time you must be sure,
you must choose between your fa
ther's money and me.'
" 'I can't! I can't! It is cruel of you
to ask ma'
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