The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-10-01
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THE SECOND w1FE,s STORY.
She Still Loves Garrison, and Bit
terIy Biames the Elder Woman.


terly BIames the Elder Woman.
Mrs. Edith Reynolds Garrison Is pale
and Worn. Her face is full of tragedy
There are no tears left in her big, dark
eyes; only a burning fire.
81 don't blame him. she told the re-
porter fiercely. "She ought not to have
let me do it. She knew 1 loved him, She
knew, too, that he loved me-
II knew her as his mother-in -law-that
was all. She let me go on and get mar
ried. A word from her would have stop
PED it.
Did she think he could go on living
in the same house with two wives, and
that I, who was only No 2, would not
know? A shadow fell over me the moment
I entered the door of our home. She was
always with us, always watching me with
a strange look in her eyes. 1 grew rest
less.
't Send her away begged Henry.
:" She is an old woman, let her stay
he would answer. 1t wasn't long before
enough for two of u.s. But didn't know
what was the matter.
Whenever L spoke of my husband she
would grow restless. I thought at first
she did not like me because had taken
her daughters place. 1 tried to be kind to
her.
eff Henry kissed me she would leave
the room.
''One day when 1 was talking of him
she said: 1T would hurt you, maybe kill
you if you thought he had wife living,
wouldn't it,?
Sometimes she seemed to hate me;
sometimes to pity me. I grew to hate her
at last. She was like q ghost I saw that
my husband feared her. I did not under
stand her power over him. She seemed to
hold us both under some strange spell
He loved me all the time. That was
why he married me. He did not mean. to
do harm think he honestly believed
that we could all live together.
"One day she spoke bitterly of him.
Why don't you go away and let us
alone?' 1 asked her. Then we would be
happy
For answer she got up and left me.
When she came back she handed me
paper. 1t was her marriage certificate"
The dry, burning eyes famed now.
That was the end of it all, she said
brokenly
IF she had only told me. But it was
too late to talk of that. 1t would have
beeE so easy for her 10 say He is my.
husband
when I think of her. watching me
L
signed her name to my marriage certif-
cate [ only wonder that l=did not kill
her All, if hate could KILL
She will go on living and I will go on
living, and he will never come back. to
either Of Us. But L shall always call him
my husband, shall always, call myself
Mrs. Henry Garrison. ss
"It wasn't my fault. i didn't know
didn't know. She was the. one to blame,
and she was old enough to know better.
You shan't blame him, either. Efe didn't
mean to harm me. He only remembered
that he loved me-
That is the poor little heart history of
the two women who figured in this sorry
matrimonial tragedy.
Of the man there is nlr33 little to say.
That little is not good He is but a pitt
full figure to By naade a hero by two.
women. =
Tall, blonde good. humored, he made
few enemies and fewer warm friends fIe
lived to himself. No one knew much
about him. -
A member of the Methodist church, he
vas decidedly interested in religious mat
ters. His comtades laughed a. him when
they Heard him praying over MS work.
. He's a queer body" they would say;
flakes strange notions into his head.
: They paid but little attention to his
vas aries.
1T was queer idea of Garrison" said
Mrs Nash. who was the neXt-door neigh
Dor of this queerly assorted family "He
might have known enough about women
folks to know 1T wouldn't work. But he
always could fool women. 's'~