The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-05-13
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Give II to me at once
Mollie held out her hand for
the letter. Her face was white
and her pain-drawn lips made
with their pale tint a pathetic
streak of color across her blurred
features.
Only her eyes with their fever
ish brightness seemed wholly
alive.
gave her the letter silently.
A little shudder passed over her
as she grasped it and without a
word she went into my bedroom
and shut the door.
The letter came as Chadwick
Hatton said 1t would in the morn
ing mail. About noon Mollie
called me up and said in a voice
l did not recognizes: "Margie,
Chadwick has just wired me from
the Mauritania that you had a
letter from him to me. can't
understand why he is on his way
to England or why you should be
made the custod;'1 of his letter
OF explanation to me. but | am
coming up to let you explain.
'Margie, II you have interfered in
Chadwick's and my plans will
never forgive you. l trusted you,
Margie, | trusted you.
IL one trusts you, little book,
with the information that one is
going to commit murder or sui
eide what are the ethics to be fol-
lowed? Should you let your
friend go and do the deed after
remonstrance on your part or
should you try at all costs to pre-
vent the deed? | don't believe
that Mollie was quite certain in
her own mind that she was doing
right. If she had been she would
not have told me anything about
1T, for she must have known that
/ would not tell her she was do
ling right.
] wonder what / would have
done, little book, II this terrible
choice between inclination and
duty had come to me?
DO you know, little book, that
although l would hardly dare
whisper it to myself, yet | am
afraid IL 1t had been Dick instead
of Mr.. Hatton who placed the sit
uation before me that wondrous
night before our marriage when
/ felt that to belong" to him
would bring mo the Joy and hap
piness that can only be imagined
l would have gone with him UNI
questionably.
There, little book, l have said
it to you, and while saying it l
wonder in my heart of hearts IL l
am any different from any other
woman? Do these austere women
who look upon romantic love with
the cold severity of the early
Christian fathers ever tremble at
the touch of a lovers hand upon
their arm or their hearts go
humping at such rate that to
answer the caressing voice that
set them beating is almost i'm
possible?
Oh, little book! I'm so glad
I've had 1.-THE binding unques-
tioning love whose only prayer
was to belong" to my lover and
humbly, very humbly thank the
fates that brought 1t to me hon
orably in the eyes Of the world.
But have more than pity for
those poor women who through
force of circumstances must &C
cept 1t in secret and pay for 1t
with tears that sap the very
hearts blood.
Poor Mollie! just now in there
she is probably telling herself
that nothing will ever come to
her again to make the spring
time sing In her heart. She is
saying: "Margie does not know.
Margie cannot feel" but I do
know the greater sorrow. Mollie
has had her great passion
wrenched from her heart and /
am seeing mine slowly die.
Every day 1t Is borne on me
more and more that to Dick | am
the goddess" no longer but just
an ordinary woman who some
times bores him to extinction.
Little book, l feel sorry for him
as we'll, fort must be great
disappointment to him or any
other man to feel that over
towering love which possessed
him before he possessed It's OBJ
ject become vapid habit of toll
Grafton.
Perhaps 1t would be better for
the most of us II we, like Mollie,
had love taken from us with the
same cruel experiences with which
a surgeon removes growth that
saps our normal physical exist
ence.
Poor Mollie! l must go to her
row.
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