Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1917-10-24
CHAPTER xxx.

CI1AI LEN AAAlAs
It may be that l was poor Judge
of human nature, but it seemed to me
that the force which drew Robert Gar
rett and me together and mated us was
as natural and irresistible as the force
that moves the world.
My love threw around our life an i'm
possible glamour. L always saw the fu-
ture, spent with Bob, as rainbow tinted.
My imagination pictured our life to-
gether as one long season of bhSsful
living for each other; with no room for
outside entanglements.
But Bob 3 world, the world which in
terested and appealed to him was an
alien one. Each day it was impressed
upon me more and more. Usually when
Bob had in any way distressed me;
when he had remained away from me
for any reason, | had anxiously watched
for his return. But now often it had be-
come an effort to appear natural; and
it was with a sullen spirit that 1 greet
ed him. Often his very eagerness, coup
led with that bright look on his face,
intensified my resentment at his being
able to enjoy himself apart from me.
Once when he was telling me of some
thing which had interested him and
John Kendall, something for which L
cared nothing, 1 stopped him:
"Oh, do stop! I've heard enoughl"
81 IN sorry, l thought you would be
interested -
81 don't see why you should!" I
snapped, 81 never made any pretense -
"Well," Bob answered deliberately,
"It might be better if you did take
some interest--better for both of us. -
mo Bob. l have told you L don t care
for these friends of yours; for the
things they did. -
8" IN sorry, Margaret -
"Oh, that $ what you always say
you re sorry!' If that's the measure
of your love, call it simply gratifying
your selfish desires. 1 never am happy
unless you are with me to share things.
But you = l stopped it was the first
time that l had ever limited that Bob
did not care for me as | did for him,
and l knew even as | said it that
didn't believe myself. He loved me,
was his wife, We simply had diff
ferent ideas of certain things. l must
be more patient; l would in time win
Bob over.
The psychology of woman's love, is
always a mystery. Each woman likes
to think her man is str ng, courageous,
but that he is her slave in the intim
ate things of marriage. Some Women
when they are disappointed in having
their own way with a man, will still
mother him with love akin to pity,
some seek and love another; while
others merely weep and wall their trou-
BILE away. was not made of the stuff
that does any of these things. 1 would
in the end have my own way with
Bob. That, / never for moment doubt
ed; and l would have it because of my
intense love for him which he must
recognize as the greatest thing in my
ife-and in his.
81 have been very unhappy, Bob, -
1 told him when we went upstairs after
spending the evening on the porch with
father and mother.
81 IN sorry, what about2''
'.I wish you d stop saying, i m sor-
ry it s getting on my nerves.
"Well what was it abouts'
"Because you remained away from
me. 1 eouldn t eat any dinner last night
anu SN0NCO ANAN etAOAAN N@A ~@AN
ing"
Bob suppressed and inpatient exela-
nation, waited moment, then said:
"That was as you chose =
oThat was as you ehose." +"
ono, Bob, didn choose. You did
that for me-"
SsI don't understand your reason
ingl" impatiently he answered.
s.You know / am not happy unless
YOU are with me; that | never have
a good time without you. felt too
hadly TO eat; too lonely to talk to any
one. You punished me severely while
YOU were enjoying yourself. "
ssYou are morbid, Margaret.
"No, 1 am not morbid. / love my
husband that's all; and want his so
cietv. If / can't have it III stay by
myself until he sees fit to become my
companion
ssNensensel
ssIt is not nonsense, from now on l
shall neither eat nor see anyone when