The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-04-07

Pat gave me a little book bound
In rcd with Confessions Of a
wife" on the outside. ! had never
known before that my friends
were aware OF my devotion TO my
diary
Pat whispered. Il hope that some
day you will let me print the con-
tents. Margie."
Jim made everyone smiie by
saying. III she did. Sullivan. |
prophcry 1, would not be the con.
fesslons Of a wife but the con.
fusions OF n wife.
Well" said Donna Tenney. Il
can't see anything humorous about
that II Margie told the truth. her
diary probably would tell you that
she was usually confused over
something every time she con-
fessed."
looked about at these dear
friends and tried to picture their
faces when would not be there.
You just have to face II alone"
said 20 my cringing. trembling
soul. None OF these good friends
can help you at ali-not even
Dick"
Strange. isn't Il. little book. how
pictures OF pieces OF statuary.
poems or scraps Of music come
back 10 you again and again In the
most crucial moments of life
Here we're these friends who had
come here to comfort and help me
over the hard place. yet they could
not do anything Their hands
filled with sympathy and yet from
all this. that solitary thing my
soul shrank. and all at once that
wonderful statue OF which | have
told you 80 often came before my
minds eyes. only | gave to each
one OF the splendid figures that
the sculptor had conceived and ex.
ecuted In the cold white marble the
living soul OF one of my friends
We were all touching hands. we
all were wishing TO help each 9th.
er--we all were wishing help from
each other-but We we're all alone.
Thus on we tread. an army march
ing with listing ears:
Each hoping. wishing for the
music he never hears.
All ut once. as this little vagrant
couplet came into my head as an
accompaniment to the picture OF
that statue. The Solitary Souls OF
Men" by Lerado Taft. began To
take little comfort Surely. ! was
better equipped to stand the strug.
gle against stagnation than II |
had never enjoyed any of the great
art OF the world: never dimly
guessed or tried in my blind way
TO follow the supreme art OF living.
These thoughts | am putting
here, little book. were subconscious
last night. for no one could really
think while Jim was rafting off
his pleasantries and Bill Tenney
was trying TO be funny. even tho
one could see II was an effort for
him to be anything but Ill.
Come over here. Bill, and sit
near my bed" | said. II want to
talk To you about your Illness. Are
you getting any better?"
That's right. Bill. play the In
teresting invalid. so Margie whose
heart was always full OF pity for
every one in trouble. Will single
you out and smile on you"
Rather one would say, Jim" 7
bantered. that perhaps II is a case
with me OF misery loving com
pany,"
Look here. Margie. we are not
going to let you be miserable pro
tested Harry Symone.
"Why. ! predict that after n few
months Mt the Selwin home you
will be running Dick foot race"
And don't you dare 10 think you
won't be doing all the new steps
with me when the dancing season
begins put In Jim. And then
there was an uncomfortable ri.
lence from which II was evident
that every one knew"
For moment | was in panic
wanted to reach out my arms 10