The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-07-26
copyright. 1914, by NcwsVapcs
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This morning l sent this letter
to Kitty:
You poor dear! ! cannot tell
how heartbreaking your letter
was to me. 1t seems so unnatural
that woman should not want a
child. and yet anyone with any
sense must understand that there
must be woman here and there
who oesn't-indeed cannot real
lie the life of mother any more
than some women have no con-
ception of the life of an artist.
Kitty, Kitty, I'm sorry for you.
Someway, | have always liked
your frankness, even when its
subject shocked me. You are not
a hypocrite, Kitty, whatever else
you may be, and as in my estima-
tion a hypocrite is the worst pos
sible human being in all the
world | can forgive you much. L
am sorry too for you, Kitty, for
you can never know that super
lative bliss that has been mine in
the anticipation of coming child.
Nothing in this world Is so won
derful. Your lovers first kiss.
his frank admiration, the joyous
surrender when you tell him that
you will be his wife-these are
nothing In comparison to the hap
piness that is yours II you wish
for a child and expect that your
wish will be gratified.
You say you want the thrill"
again. Dear girl. you should get
1t multiplied thousand times.
However, Kitty dear, I'm not
going to stand aside and tell you
that | am any better than you. l
can only say sorrowfully-yes,
even with my loss-that l am
happier than you.
The sum and substance of hap
piness is SO small and made up
OF such little things that you poor
little butterflies of women who
can only enjoy the brilliant high
lights miss half; besides, you are
very apt to SINCE your wings, at
least, and crawl away somewhere
in the darkness that you hate to
suffer and to die.
Kitty, my dear, life is not all
to be given to romantic love. 1t
is much bigger, much grander. 1t
contains love, but it also contains
that word you hate SO much,
duty" and you must believe me
when l tell you that to do ones
duty, unselfishly, makes love
sweeter.
You ask me II I am content to
bury all the admiration received
from my many friends in Dicks
somewhat neglectful attentions.
No, dear, I'm not always satisfied.
I would not be human IL were.
But neither is Dick satisfied with
me, probably. / am sure l have
been very cold and unresponsive
lately, for my heart only seems
one big ache where there Is room
for nothing else.
Now, dear, l want to tell you
something: am going to send
yon all of sonny's clothes for your
coming baby. Poor little thing.
1 will like to feel that he will at
least have these dainty garments
HAT were all tenderly made for a.
Wanted baby. Oh, Kitty. Kitty
Xou don't know what you are talk
Ing about. Come over and let me
Be II / can't make you under
stand. MARGIE.
Now, isn't 1t dreadful, little
book, that irresponsible Kitty is
to have a-baby? No. don't say IT,
may sober her, for 1t will not.
Kitty Malram In one Of those
women whose whole life must bel
given to what she calls the
lights and the laughter She is
selfish. fond Of admiration and
absolutely irresponsible and yet
abe has always fascinated me be-
cause she has been 80 honest
about ft all.
she knows her failines and Il