The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1917-09-17
Making You Acquainted With the
New Story:


Probably 1t is true that no two per
sons entertain precisely the same
view of marriage. II any two did
and one happened to be man and the
other woman, there would be many
advantages in their exemplifying the
harmony by marrying each other-un.
less they had already married some
one else. Sour-nlinded critics of life
have said that the only persons who
are likely to understand what marri
age ought to be are those who have
found it to be something else. OF
course most of the foolish criticisms
OF marriage are made by those who
would find the same fault with life
itself. One man who was asked wheth
er life was worth living, answered that
it depended on the liver. Thus, 1t
has been pointed out that marriage
can be only as good as the persons
who marry. This is simply to say
that partnership is only as good as
the partners.
"The Revelations of Wife" is a
woman's confession. Marriage is so
vital matter to woman that when
she writes about it she is always like
ly to be in earnest. In this instance,
the likelihood is borne out. Adele
Garrison has listened to the whisper
ings of her own heart. She has done
more. She has caught the wireless
from a mans heart. And she has
poured the record into this story.
The woman of this story is only one
kind Of woman, and the man is only
one kind of man. But their expert
ences will teach the consciousness
was going to say the conscience-ot
every man or woman who has either
married or measured marriage, and
we've all done one or the other.
PIERRE RAVILLE.
~ Will Be Happy! Will! WiII!'
Today we were married.
/ have said these words over and
over to myself, and now have written
them, and the written characters seem
as strange to me as the uttered words
did. l cannot believe that l, Mar
garet Spencer, q years old, who
have laughed and sneered at marriage
justifying myself by the tragedies and
unhappiness of scores of my friends
who have made for myself a place
in the worlds work with an assured
thrown all my theories to the winds
and given myself in marriage in an
impetuous, unreasoning fashion as
any foolish schoolgirl.
/ shall have to change a word in
that last paragraph. l forgot that
am no longer Margaret Spencer, but
Margaret Graham, Mrs. Richard Ora.
ham, or, more probably Mrs. "Dicky'
Graham. l don't believe anybody in
the world ever called Richard any,
thing but "Dicky."
On the other hand, nobody but Rich.
ard ever called me anything shorter
than my own dignified name / have
been 'Madge" to him almost ever
since / knew him.
Dear, dear Dicky! If I talked a
hundred years l could not express the
difference between us in any better
fashion. He is "Dicky" and l am
Margaret
He is downstairs now in the smok-
ing room, impatiently humoring this
lifelong habit of mine to have one
hour of the day all to myself.
My mother taught me that when |
was tiny girl. Ny thinking hour
she called it. a time when solved my
small problems and pondered my baby
sins. All my life 1 have kept up the
practice. And now l am going to de.
vote it to another request of the little
mother who went away from me for
ever last year
Margaret, darling" she said to me
On the last day we ever talked to-
gether, some time you are going to
marry-you do not think so now, but
you willard how / wish l had time
to warn you of all the hidden rocks in
your course! If I only had kept a
record of those days of my own un-
happiness, you might learn to avoid