The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-02-15
Confessions ofaW1fe

opened Marys letter first and
read with JOY OF her happiness. her
pride In her baby and her love and
gratitude for her husband.
Do YOU know. MRrgie. | never
cease TO be thankful that my life
has fallen IN such pleasant places =,
Max Is devoted to me and the baby.
He Is one Of those lonely souls that
is perfectly content TO let the world
he loves about him and dreams.
After my more or less turbulent
youth. this seems 10 me also the
only way 10 be happy, Most Of MaHs
time Is spant In eccumulating won
! derfui library lie grows more ex'
cited over a tall copy uncut OF
some first edition than he does
over letter from hts man OF bust
ness telling him that some OF hts
stocks have gone up five points.
You would hardly know mo now
MarEie. | have grown plump-pos'
itively fat..l say. but Max Insists ]
am only plump. All that exquisite
ly happy time. all that terribly I'M
/ happy time with Jack Ia to me Ike
one OF those dreams whlch'are par
ticularly vivid when you first
awake. but which Immediately
grow 80 dim that You cannot re-
member any OF the tragic details.
"Margie. there are times when !
cannot even remember how Jack
/ 1ralsa1 Ia $780, usAn1Arfuf
weeks when We were both madly
tn love with each other. cannot
even remember what he said TO mo
without an effort | go for month.
without HIS name coming into my
thoughts. and yet I went nearly
mad when | found out that he did
not love me any more.
do you think. Margie. that I am
a light woman II Dick should
die. would you be dIseonsolate all
your life Do ron know. dear. al
tho love Max devotedly. II makes
me feel IA tho were not worthy tn
be loved az he loves me. for | am
always asking myself n ! should
lose him. would live TO love
again.
1T hurts me. Margie. not for
Jacks sake. but for my own. !
don't want to feel that am tickle,
but oh. Margie. ! attn absolutely
sure there Ia nothing 40 dead az a
dead love
Il won; talk any more OF this
pessimistic stuff. for really. dear
| am very happy would be mos,
.ungrateful II were not-and what
I started out to write you was tina,
we had purchased a new home on
the Mediterranean near -----------
II - situated on the heights where
the coast line slopes hack TO n
chain OF hills
1t was built In the last half oil
the 18th century BY an Italian car
diual and shows great purity OF ar
chitectural design. Max says.
confess ] don't know anythInf
about architecture. am like thoss
terrible people who proudly affirm
while going thru a picture gallery
\ don't know anything about art
but | do know what ! like
max lhukHs az me UFftNAe Tel
in love with our villa. which I,
open on all sides 10 the breath o.
the sea. At the side which slope,
TO the most wonderful rose garden
ever saw. a vide hall opens on {
vast terrace surrounded by a stone
balustrade
This terrace opens in turn or
another which slopes down almos
to the sea Everywhere there ar,
roses-such roses as you over Their,
where winter and snow and lc.
bury them for six months Of tn,
year cannot possibly imagine
roses OF every graduation Of red
from violent red To tho faded pinl
of over-rire strawberries-w whit,
roses. whose petals are heavy lik.
gJdenlPs. and others just tim
heaps Of snow.
And then behind them all. mos
mysterious OF trees. the cypressei
seeming 10 look with dlsdain on tn,
riot OF color In sea and rose gar
den.
oh. Margie. I with you coul'
see it, wish you. with your Low,
. Of the summer sea, could live in
place like this"
Ito be continued)