Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-07-12

} Es1H a 4 "lSS anger ISG
/ E5s1S6f me lest l get dashed, but !
esszszsssJ just got dashed anyway, and
I it's my own fault, not the angels.
have suffered this day until want to
lay my face down against the hem of
his garment and wait in the dust for
him to pick me up. I shall never be
able TO do it myself, and how he's 60
/ ing to do it | can't see. but be will.
/ That dinner party last night was bad
enough, but today's been worse
didn't sleep until long after daylight
and then Judy came In before S O'Clock
with letter for me that looked like a
state document. ] felt IN my trembly
bones that 1t was some sort of sum
mons affair from Judge Wade, and it
was. | looked into the first paragraph
/ and then decided that | had better
! get up and dress and have a cup of
| coffee and single egg before ! tried
| TO read II.
Incidental to my bath and dressing,
] weighed and found that I had lost
all four of those last surplus pounds
and two more in three days. Those
/ two extra pounds might be construed
/ 20 prove love. but exactly on whom
( was utterly unprepared TO say. ! did
not even enjoy the thinness. but took
kind of already married look in my
/ glass and tried 10 slip the egg past my
| bored lips and get myself 70 chew il
down. 1t was work. and then | took
/ up the judges letter, which also was
/ work and more of it.
He started in at the beginning of
| eyerything-that is, at the beginning
/ of the tuberculosis girl, and | cried
over the pages of her as If she had
/ been my own sister. At the tenth
page we buried her and took up Al
/ fred. aud 1 must say | saw new Al
/ fred in the judges bouquet strewn ap-
/ probation of him. but | didn't want
/ him as bad as | had the day before
/ when ] read his own new and old let
tiers and cried over his old photographs.
/ ] suppose that was the result of some
/ of what the judge manages the jurieS
with. He'd be apt to use IL on a wo-
man and she wouldn't find out about
/ it until it was too late to be anything
but mad. Still. when be began on me
/ at page 16 | felt little better. though
! didn't know myself any better than
! did Alfred when got to page 20.
What 1 am is just a poor. foolish
woman. who has lot more heart than
| she can manage with the amount OF
brains she got with It at birth. I'm
not any star in & rose colored sky, and
]
/ too much Of job. want to be a
healthy, happy woman and wife TO a
man who can inspire himself and man
/ age me- want to marry a thin man
and have from FIVE to ten thin chill
dren. and when 1 get to be thirty l
want my husband to want me to be as
/ fat as Aunt Bette. but not let me.
/ An inspiration couldn't be fat, and I'm
always In danger from hot mullins and
chicken gravy. However, If should
/ undertake TO be all the things Judge
Wade said in that letter he wanted me
to be 10 him. should soon be skin and
bones from mental and physical exer-
/ else Still. he does live in Hillsboro.
! and ! won't let myself know how my
| heart aches at the thought OF leaving
my home and other things It's up IN
my throat and ! seem always TO be
( swallowing It. the last few days.
All the men who write me letters
seem to get themselves wound up into
I a skyrocket and then let themselves
/ explode in the last paragraph. and it
( always upSets my nerves. l was Just
about to begin 10 cry again over the
last words Of the judge when the only
Nbitght spot in the day so far suddenly
happened Pet Buford blew in with
I've pinkest cheeks and the brightest
e!ses l had seen since | looked in the
nirror the night of the dance. She was