Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1915-01-30
Confessions
Of a
Wife
The StOrk HONcrs over the SymOne
Home.

Home.
tCopyrighted, 1915, by the Newspaper En-
terprise Assocation.)
] slept at Eliene's i'm the room Just
across from the nursery. After | was
all ready to get into bed l put on
one Of Eliene's gorgeous kimonos,
which she had laid across the bed,
and slipped across the hall to take
one last look at the kiddies
A strange picture met my sight.
Eliene in her nightgown had clasped
each Of the sleeping cherubs close to
her breast and was sitting on the rug
her heart was breaking.
why Eliene, what is the matter? :?
Are the children sick?"
For answer she put them back in
their little beds, covering each little
sleepy mead with kisses as she did so.
Then she turned to me, the very pic
ture OF tragedy.
"Margle. I'm going to have a baby"
No wonder she said: Il am the
happiest woman in the world, but"
There was the but with a ven-
geance.
"Of course never dreamed that
such thing could happen to me" she
continued, "and, Margie, L am afraid
afraid
Millions and millions Of women
have helped to populate the earth
since the world began" l said "They
lived through 1t ard you probably
will"
"Oh. # isn't the physical pain. Ev-
cry woman is given strength for that,
but, Margfe, look at the terrible posi-
tion / am in. l think / love these
children quite as we'll as though
were their own mother But / don't
know. Surely at the time they came
to me l suffered as few women in the
pangs of childbirth do and my ego
tistical heart did not react for over q
year. Margie, / have not yet forgot
ten the agency Of that awful day
when l looked upon the dead face of
the mother of my husbands children.
But, Margic, they say there is
something different about a mothers
love. Suppose my child brings with It
a greater love than | have for these
babies? Suppose j cannot help but
show that | love my own child better
than l do them. Think what il will
mean to these innocent children who
until then had found their whole
world in me?
"Margie I'm afraid to have this
child, for ! don't want 20 love IL more
than / do these children who made
me want to live when / thought it
would be best for me to die. What
shall I do, Margie? What shall 1 do ?"
Have you told Harry YETI"
A wave of color dyed Elienes pale
face pink. Not yet. am afraid that
he, too will love my child better than
these poor, little. nameless ones.
"Margie. 1 am Jealous of my unborn
child. Jealous OF these darling boys
who have made me so happy"
Eliene was becoming hysterical. She
was shivering.
Here. here. my dear girl, you must
not do this. Between you and me /
don't take much stock in that mother
love being 30 entirely different from
any other kind of unselflsh love. I'll
wager that you won't be able to tell
the difference between the children
in a year.
Eliene looked at me in surprise.
And then you know you are likely
to have a girl"
"Oh, do you think so, Margie? That
would be too good"
Nothing is too good for you,
Eilene." said Harrys voice at the door.
what in the world are you two girls
about this time OF the Dight7"
we are trying to define mother
love, Harry.
you don't have 10 define II: you
only have to look at Eiiene to see II
and realize II. Come along. dear; you
will take cold." and he gently led her
out Of the room.
Now here. little book. Is where a
mans forgettery comes in. Harry
symone has forgotten all about that
poor, little woman whose dead face
haunts Eliene. believe these boys, In
his mind, are as much Ellene's as his,