The day book. [volume], December 02, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 26

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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
CAN A MAN LOVE TWO WOMEN AT THE SAME TIME
I am sure that Bill saw that hair
pin, for when I stepped out of the car
Bill had immediately bent forward
to take the key out of the controller.
When I looked back the hair pin was
gone.
Another illustration, little book,
of how men will shield each other
"provided they are not interested in
the same woman," Jim Edie once
added, when some one made the re
mark. Donna was dear and sweet and
Bill devotion itself to her, but back
in my head was the picture of Bill a
half hour before with Kitty's pic
ture in his trembling hands and his
eyes filled with tears. I believe that
Bill would be glad to blot the mem
ory of Kitty out of his life and give
every thought to Donna, but that is
his punishment the memory of
Kitty Kitty's smile, Kitty's big,
brown, tender eyes, Kitty's beautiful
white hands, Kitty's dazzling teeth
will come between him and Donna.
Oh, little book, a man must some
times come to understand what a
woman knows by intuition "kisses
are kisses, even if you don't mean
them." I wonder if Dick will ever
come to understand that I wonder
if I will ever be able to setle down as
Donna has, to peace and quiet. Just
now that foolish little black hair pin
is sticking right through my heart.
And yet I haven't said a word to
Dick about it Our life has gone on
just as peacefully as usual. He goes
out almost every night somewhere;
about once a week he will either stay
at home or go somewhere with me.
When he is home I cannot nag and
quarrel with him. I know it will do
no good, and why should I spoil our
little while together with upbraidings
and suspicions? Is this the right
way I wonder? Some women would
say that I was condoning his offense.
The. other evening at Eliene's a
number of married women were
talking together while our husbands
were in the billiard room. Apropos
of a recent divorce case one woman
said: "I would never forgive my hus
band if I found he was untrue to me."
"Why not?" asked Eliene quietly
and only I knew what she had for
given. "Why, Eliene Symone! Do you
mean to tell me that you would for
give Harry if you thought he was
running about with other women?"
"Yes, I think I would," said Eliene,
steadily.
"And if you suspected he loved the
other woman?" she continued.
"Well, I still think I would ask him
which he would rather have, the
calm respectability of his old life or
the turbulence of the new," Eliene
answered.
Then Donna Tenney spoke up: "I
wish I could make all young women
understand that marriage is so dif
ferent from what we call love. You
all know that I had to be divorced
from Will before I learned that my
education was all wrong, that I ex
pected altogether too much of mar
riage, that when I was married first
to Will I was what you call 'being in
love,' which, my dears, is very dif
ferent from loving.
"Being in love is a selfish kind of
emotion where one wants to be grat
ified and petted every moment, but
really loving, my dear, means that
you must understand and excuse hu
man inclinations and human follies.
It means giving much instead of ask
ing much.
"A woman must suffer many
heartaches," she added with a sigh,
"before she reaches the wonderful''
condition of understanding where"
you know that when you bear a
man's name you have something that s
he can give to no other woman
something which even he is careful
of and respects, and which he will