Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1915-01-16
Confessions
of
Wife
The End of Romance.

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u don't know whether explana.
lions will 40 any good but / am go.
ing to be very honest with YOU, ex-
planned my husband. Il am obessod
with the girl you saw me with to.
day. | canno get her u of my
mind. She means to me all the JOY
of living, all the youth and allusion
that | thought had gone out of my
life forever, My a n common sense
tolls me | am only a fool, but
something too bad to name in my
actions towards YOU. | think perhaps
this foolishness will pass. l hope It
will, but now | tell YOU honestly
Helen, / am like a lad in his first
infatuatioR.' Those words said
Mrs, Selwin, ARE burned on my
heart"
why do you insult me with all
this? | asked. Is It not enough
telling me of your %indecency in 80
many Words
"'Oh, ! know, | know he ans
wered YEARLY, but it has passed out
Of my hands. Can't you bear with
me a. little while? Certainly you
cannot despise me more than ! do
myself. We have lived together too
long and presented too happy a
front to the world to now take il
into our confidence as to our mis-
cry While | shall have to- Stand by
anything you decide, | hope there
will be no scandal
"Margie, / went TO. my room and
tried to think 1t out and finally |
did this. Perhaps an ardent femin-
list OF the new school of women
would despise me, but he was my
husband and l loved him. At least
/ had the habit of him, and the
thought Of being without what little
| had Of his presence for the last
year filled me with dismay.
II had always been good to me
and | thought recognized that this
liasion of his was only a reaching
out for the youth he feat was
running away from him.
81 determined to see II | could not
fight for my wi My heart sank
when l thought of that young face
above its fragrant bunch Of violets.
its red, inviting llps-the whole sex
ual allure Of a young and beautiful
woman.
The next day I told my husband
that | wished he would invite the
bAii w NY iphnts 4 lulllu SHe WAS
a young widow of good reputation.
For three months | suffered the
torments of the damned. | feigned
not to see anything but what was
on the surface. introduced the
girl to my friends. ! had her with
us always until at last ] saw that
he wearied Of her youthful Energy.
He could not keep up the pace of
dinners and dances, The rich food
had deranBed his stomach. He went
to sleep in his chair at the opera.
81 found out, too, Margie, hat the
girl was not a bad woman-just a
bit Of silly feminiinity that, when
her husband died, was ready TO think
herself in love with the first man
who was kind to her. She. however,
was firing Of Mr.. Selwin before no
began to tire Of her, and when she
hal an invitation to go TO Europe
with some friends she gladly accep-
ted II. | don't think my sigh Of re-
lief was any greater than his when
W. saw the boat leave the dock,
and as We entered the motor Ar
thur took my hand and raised 1t to
his lips.
mo man in the world ever had
a wonderful wife as ! have.
and no man ever deserved her less,
he said in a husky voice.
THAT was all the reference we,
either Of us, ever made to the af-
fair, and as the years rolled on we
became the friends and comrades
you now see.
Il don't know, my dear" she said,
the question in my eyes.
II don't know whether II was
worth II or not. You see, l never
will know what II would mean TO
live with n man you could trust
and love all your life. but l DO
know, like your friend. Mrs. Tenney,
I'd be unhappier without him than
! am with him.
Indeed, | am not now unhappy,
and II | could forget the episode
that I have long ago forgiven, l
think ] would always be quite happy,
but sometimes memories surge up,
and we'll
You will forgive an old woman's
b%urdening you with her confidence,
Margie, won't you? Perhaps II would
nave been better left unsaid, but
you came TO me tonight on the an
niversary Of my great pain and i
have broken the silent habit Of
I know now what ] have always
seen In Mrs. Selwin's eyes-it IL
forgiveness, but not Forgetting.
TO BE Continued Tomorrow
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