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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
VICTORS DO NOT ALWAYS WIN
So many things have happened
since I last talked to you, little book,
that I don't know -where to begin.
I've joy for you I've sorrow for you
I've surprise for you, and most o
all, I have a real confession for you.
Long years ago, little book, neither
you nor I thought our intimate
friendship would endure all these
galloping years. Why, it seems but
yesterday that I penned the exultant
words, "After tomorrow I'm going
Well, little hook, I did belong, body
and soul, and then I felt forsaken,
and I brought pride to help me bear
and I said I will belong to myself.
'Then Fate showed me I could not
even do that, and now again am I
back just where I was at first.
It almost seems as though 'I had
learned nothing from all my experi
ences. This morning when I awoke
I looked out of my window and found
the Salvia lying at anchor like a
great white bird that had settled
down on the blue waters forva mo
I instinctively knew Malcolm Stu
art had anchored his boat out there
under my window almost so that my
waking eyes would open first upon
it I was surprised to see it there,
for I was sure Malcolm's conference
with Dr. Virot would take longer.
However, before it was hardly light I
was out on the board walk.
I like to walk up the sands at this
time it always seemS that I-can
think clearer, and then I like the iso
lation, the aloneness, of it all. This
morning I had walked only a little
way when I saw a launch put out
from the Salvia, and in a few min
utes I was joined by Malcolm Stuart
"Did you sit on deck all night on
the chance of joining me in an early
morning walk?" I asked, and thea I
blushed a little. The question
seemed so intimate.
"A sailor usually rises early," he
said with a smile, "but I confess I
hoped I would find you out here
'alone, with Aurora marshaling all
her glorious pageant of color to pay
court to you."
"Your conference with Dr. Virot
must have been short"
"I did not see him," he answered.
"But I thought you sailed pur
posely to see him."
"I did, but after I had started I just
put into port nd sent him a wire to
do everything as he thought best and
let it go at that"
"Why did you change your mind?"
"Sometimes, my dear Lady Salvia,
I hate myself and the world so much
that I have to get away from it all.
These paroxysms come upon me
suddenly without notice and then I
am not fit company for man or beast.
One of these moods came upon me
just after I had left here to go to
Dr. Virot and I simply told the mate
to turn the nose of the Salvia out to
sea and there, as I have for years, I
fought out my battle on the deck of
"You look as though the battle
"It is or I, should not have re
turned." "And did-you win?"
"I don't know. Not always to the
victor is the battle given, and hot al
ways to the vanquished is, taken the
reward. Only time can honestly
place the honors of war."
There was a queer little smile on
the lips of Malcolm Stuart as he said
this. And I was a bit afraid of him
for Jthe first time since I had known
him. He seemed somehow to have
lost that sweet quality of sympathy
that was almost feminine and to
have become the conquering, domi
nant male. Whatever had been hi&
battle, he had vanquished .the thing
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