The Detroit times., 1917-02-07
The Confessions of a Wife
We Share Our Joys: Are Alone In Grief.


- am going out FOR walk. /
said to Ruth az | dressed hnrriedly
fclt. Margie, that could not pos
sibiy see anyone said Paula, con
tinuing this exciting part Of hci
story.
AS for going down IN tie dininG
room and -hreakfasiing Ia aEon,
where had supped the night be
fore in utter bliss. that was out OF
the question
why don't you have a cup Of
coffee sent up 10 you. Paula sug
gested Ruth
"11l get ono out somewhere /
answered. My whole desire vas q
be alone.
You know the greatest and NEST
terrible tragedy OF humanity is that
II mus, live and die alone. No ont
can bear your pain--no one can
even realize your pain. No one can
know your temptations--n one can
know the amount OF resistance you
must put forth To put them behind
you. No one can even tell the reac-
tons OF Joy upon your soul. for soul.
in this world, Margie. are as differ
ent and individual ~ bodies.
Indeed. never having had a ma
terial glimpse of soul. havt
sometimes allowed myself TO thinl
that they differ more from each 9th
er than do our bodies However tru
this theory may be the fact remain
We are always alone in the big M
ments OF life Especially is this tht
case IN grief and agony.
Those We love can come nearer
TO US In Joy fact. 1t takes at least
two to experience 10Y NJ It's highest
But when the thick clouds OF unhap.
piness settle. they must shut us out
nom MT UttUrg and we must GO
stumbling on alone
"Of CT urse did not realize this
then. Margie was young. so
young and IL seemed 10 me I was
the only person in all the world who
was slone--whO had 20 bear sorrow
with no one 1y to help.
"Blindly walked out Broad-st.
had a duh feeling II | could grow
physically tired | could quiet the
dcadenlng pain in my heart so that
could think.
AT last came 20 q little tea
room nestled In between old trees
and with beds where flowers raise
their lovely heads in summer. Now
the trees were bare and there was
snow over the flower beds. Through
the windows | could see great log
burning in the old.fashioned FIRE
place and I suddenly realized was
cold. MY teeth were fairly chatter.
ing.
Il walked into the cheerful room
and held my hands up to the blaze
almost unconsciously.
"'will you have waffles or toast
with your tea, soft voice inquired.
! turned around 10 ind a motherly
looking woman upon whose ample
breast I had a desperate longing to
rcst my head.
- would rather have a cup OF
coffee with my toast, II | may I
said.
OF course you may. my deaT
child she answered as she wheeled
great chair In front OF the Are
place and sank into It's depths.
Again. Margie. I had an lllustra-
ton OF the physical over the mental.
for the warmth OF that burning log
and the soft ease OF the upholstered
chair seemed 20 shut out all sense
OF everything but material comfort.
! was just a tired little girl. Margie.
and | fel; asleep. shall always
bless that dear woman for her un.
derstanding. for she let me sleep.
When I awoke hours afterward
the sun shining in the west window
tod me IL was much after noon. |
There was hum OF voices in the
outer tea room The dear woman |
had put stool At my -'~rt and n
small pillow back OF my head.
she stood beside me as opened |
my eyes. I am glad you have had |
your sleep. child she said. People
are beginning TO come for tea and |
was afraid would have 90 wake
you. I'li bring your coffee and toast
right away
What time IL IT, asked.