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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK! DICK! I
With the glamour of the lovelight
in Dick's eyes the night he took din
ner with me, I forgot for a moment
that I was a log and before I went to
sleep I wrote him- a. letter a letter
which only you will see, little book,
for I did not send it
Here it is:
"Tonight, my husband, my lover,
when you kissed me I felt ringing in
my ears the noise of the stars sing
ing as they marched down the path
way of the universe. I heard the
whispering voice of words glad to
"My blood beat out your name,
'Dick! Dick!' And now, just before I
took the pen and paper that are al
ways beside me, my arms reached
out blindly in the dark and my pulse
cried, 'Come, I cannot be without
When you were with me to
I forgot for a moment that
I was anything in all this world but
your wife. Again the pure white
flame burned clear, for our hearts
were so near when you took me in
your arms that my heart heard and
stirred from its long lethargy for a
moment and beat in clanging unison
with yours. My heart, too, was afraid
when yours trembled and your lips
voiced, Do not ask me to come
" 'Dick!' for me tonight that little
word means that if the whole world
were crashing into oblivion I would
hear the music of quick and broken
words that tell nothing and every
thing. "I have forgotten all the years that
have rolled between. I have forgot-
ten the days in which I only thought
you with smoldering hate and the
nights when I was glad the dark shut
out your face.
"I only know that your arms about
me crushed all the great blue vault
. a heayeu. into my heart.
LONG FOR YOU
"Alas ! I also forgot that I was only
a log and I am sure my eyes spoke
to you of knowledge that was be
"I was the mountain top, the gold
en radiance of the sun, the etherial
blue of the summer sky, the com
bined fragrance of all the flowers, the
sound of the music of the spheres.
"Again 'the light that was never
on land or sea' flooded my eyes.
Dick Dick, husband, lover!"
And then I remember, oh, God!
I remembered I was just a log, unable
to make Dick happy in any way, un
able to see that his home was made
fit for him, unable to go with him
among his friends, unable but why
Little book, there in my lonely
room, furnished with everything that
money could buy to make me com
fortable, I felt the terrible agony of
that ancient prophet who wanted to
curse God and die.
I stuffed the pillow into my mouth
to keep from screaming. I dug my
nails into my flesh and shut my teeth
so tightly that this morning I can still
feel the pain. My eyes burned with
a searing heat that the tears I could
not shed might have cooled.
I called hysterically for my little
liurse and begged for something that
would make me forget
She tried to soothe me, but she
could not know, little book, that I
was holding vigil over a love that I
must murder and looking into the
horrible face of despair.
Please, pleaseGod, let nie die! jTV
(To Be Continued.)
He The wild women of Hilo have
their tongues cut out
Seh How do they talk?
He They don't; that's what
makes 'em wild.
Pass tne wages, please.