The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-05-17
=: CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE ::
This morning my little nurse hand.

This morning my little nurse hand.
ed me another manuscript. 1t was
4 beautiful poem that could see was
yborn in her heart and its sad expert
ences.
wish I could show It to Pat! He
would CERTAINLY ask her to write some.
thing that he might publish.
She called her little allegory-"Any
Woman"
# Once upon time there was born
into the world Of stern reality wo.
man child, whose fate had been de.
creed by malignant fairy.
"She shall go through the world
seeking Love-" was the sentence, and
It shall come to pass that when at last
7 she shall find 1t, with the blessing will
come the awful knowledge that what
TO other women might be crown of
glory is to her only an agonizing
wound to be covered from the unsym.
pathetic world.
Not knowing of the terrible curse
with which her life was blighted the
child grew to girlhood. She was a
solitary bit of lass, out of whose
pale little face the brown eyes look
ed dreamtly, trustfully, into the fu-
4 ture.
& The sensitive mouth curled up at the
corners with happiness for the worlo
Seemed full Of tracery Of the trees oy-
Serhead; she inhaled its fragrance from
the flowers she pinned upon her
y breast; she heard It In the song Of
the bird calling its mate; she felt It In
the kiss Of the balmy summer breeze.
II shall only have to put out my
hand to grasp It," she murmured. at
tB here all about me, the whole earth
bears its melody. and my life unison
: with its song"
I She thought much Of his great
blessing that was coming to her, and
\ In her innocent daily prayers was al.
4 ways petition for the grace and
beauty that would make her worthy
of Love.
And there came day when she be.
held him, and uustingly, with the
smiling faith OF q child, she did him
In her heart For while she held him
I close, bravely bringing to her quiv.
ering lips a smile to cover the pain
ssof the many hurts he gave her, un.
I'll one morning she awoke to find that
which she had been clasping SO tight.
5l1y was not Love, but Illusion, who had
dressed himself up In Loves radiant
garments.
That day all her girlhood slipped
from her and left her woman-a
woman who still had the feminine
longing for Love but with cynical
disbelief In his existence.
For time she tried to make Friend.
ship take the place of Love and al.
though the companionship was very
sweet yet there was always some
thing lacking.
.' Once and again Lust came knock
Ing at her heart under the guiae of
Love, but her eyes had been opened
i and she was not deceived. vainly she
searched her mouth grew stern in
Its longing: her Dyes became sadden-
ed and wistful, as at times the
thought came to her that she might
never find him.
At last when Faith, Trust and Hope
were dead. she turned away from her
weary guest and said, II will look
no more, Love is not. He never was
only to the dreamers did he ever come
"A creature born Of the brain In an.
swer to the hearts longings. will
3 not give my whole life to seeking
what Is not"
Z, Then she set about trying to mako
others see that which they called Love
was but lust or fancy clothed in the
soft draperies Of imagination. Each
day she tore off the beautiful trap.
pings and exposed to the blind wor.
Hhippers the weary face OF safety.
But II came to pass that Just as she
was sure that Love was not, had neH.