Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-15

~ H, how happy we were when Orville was
driving a coffin wagon in Muncie, Ind!
It was my husbands sudden rise to
greatness and the fattery of prettier women
than I which caused him to turn against me
this week. and to allow me to obtain divorce
decree l am the mother of his children but
The had to go his way. Still, I suppose it is
the common fate of all wives of famous men,
and will become reconciled to it in way.
| have seen this outcome for several years,
or vaguely felt it. Yet last Summer, when he
took me and the children to one of the North
ern Indiana lakes, he treated me as though we
were newly married, and then I thought my
suspicious were unfounded. For that brief
time we bride and groom again and the
placid lake over whose waters we looked each
morning seemed to me to be fairyand.
| remember one morning specially, when he
said to me, Look out there Effie, at the sun
rising in all its golden glory. Isn't that
sight for gods and men?" / was overcome by
his reverent attitude toward nature. I do not
remember what l said so full of emotion was
l. but l recall the memory of his sentiment.
and though parted from him, shall always re-
member that perfect hor in lives?
How can women forget such things! There
are thousands of little things in the life of
man and woman together that she cannot for
get-even If her husband does "outgrow" her.
That is the tragedy. If one could wipe out all
the past, all memory of these exquisite mo-
ments of harmony the struggles together, the
triumphs-why, then, 1t wouldn't matter. But
the past keeps coming up.
For better for worse" says the ceremony
There is so much that Is better that it seems
a shame to fall victim to the worst.
Don't think that because / am the wife of a
singer Of international renown and have been
given a divorce by him that I shall become
respondent. In my bed at night. recall
Stevenson's couplet-
The toorld is so tuH Of number of things
I'm sure toe should all be happy as Kings.
But I wish Orville had never attained fame
When he was driving coffin wagon in Muncie
for the Muncie Casket Company, and our chill
dren we're coming on, he was one Of the best
fathers anybody would want to know Even
now, am not saying anything against him as
q father, although Judge Van Alta should not
have awarded the custody of oldest child
to him. Still, maybe it is better as it is-for
the little girl is being given a good musical
education in New York City by him, an advan
tage that I could not have given her with my
limited means. But the mother of the
brood I'd like to have all my little chickens
at home.
lage of about 100 inhabitants six miles south
of Muncie. There we struggled and planned for
the future together, and were ideally happy in our
poverty. One day Orville said to ME, I'VE are
poor but proud" and I asked him, why be
proud Of being poOr?'
Then he said Eve won't always be poor.
Some day I'll be famous and you shall dress in
silks and satins." I thought so, too-but one
day | awoke to find him proud and famous and
! and my children poor You see the prophecy
came out but il was split up.
It is not fair to accuse so many wives Of not
growing" with their husbands. What do they
mean by growing? I have three children and
I am still young. I have been good mother
and the energy I needed TO eXpend before the
children came and after they came left me lit