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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MOLLIE IS NOT MAWKISHLY SENTIMENTAL
It was morning and the dim light
of the breaking day came through
the window whenj fell asleep from
pure exhaustion. " L remembered
thinking, as I dropped into uncon
sciousness, how wonderful it would
be if I could only know I was never
Yes, L know, little book, this is all
very cowardly and I have often told
you that I hate cowardice more than
anything else in the world but you
see my brain and heart are both per
ry o"ur, my heart beats to the most
wonderful plans which I cannot car
ry out and my heartbeats to the most
witching music in the world the
music of action and yet I lie supine.
My nerves tingle to propel my phys
ical being along its way, to dissem
inate the iorce of their desire, until
their beating against this plaster cast
becomes such martyrdom as only
those burned at the stake might have
Nature, in her blind following of
the law, at times is merciful after all
I fell asleep and did not wake until
long after luncheon and I awoke so
weak and worn that I could not think
of my misery nor could : I wkh for
brighter days. I only knew I was
And then Mollie came in.
I never knew how I missed Mol
lie until she returned bringing to me
all the strength of her wonderful un
Mollie is not now, nor has she ever
been, mawkishly sympathetic about
I don't like people to say: "I am
so sorry for you."
They generally say: "I am so sorry
for you," when the only thought they
have about it is the joy that they are
not in my position and I in theirs.
After all; little book, how meaning
less are words. There is no man In
the world that has not sometimes
cried out against the paucity of
words- in which to express his love.
We are silent when weare really
grief stricken. Pain only brings out
inarticulate sounds and pleasure is
best expressed by smites and laugh
ter. A look may not express the con
ventional sympathy that some may
wish to declare, but . a look has con
veyed to me more than any word "i '
have ever heard.
But, little book, if Molly has not
much of that rather superfluous af
fectation of sympathy she has the
quickest ind most sympathetic un
derstanding that I have ever known.
Tojlay when she came she must
have seen by my pain-drawn face
that I was very near the place where
I would welcome insanity if it meant
forgetting the present intolerable sit
uation. She also knew my sense of humor
was one of my strongest characteris
tics and she took the chance thafl
would perhaps smile at a. story in
which for me the humor would be
sardonic, to say the least
"By the way, Margie,' I heard 'a
story today which you will appre
ciate," she said.
"-A man who had -been born and
brought up on the range, and had
never seen or known woman, rode
mto a border town to see the sights.
"Immediately he fell in love with
a buxom waitress and they were
"The cowpuncher bought another
horse and the couple rode away to
the far-off ranch, supposedly happy
"Two days afterward the cow
puncher came back, looking very
sorrowful, leading the other horse.
" 'Why, where is your wife?' asked
all the men about the hotel in con
cert as he rode up.
" 'She broke- her leg the second
day out' answered the cowpuncher
as the tears ran down his face, 'and
I had to shoot her.