The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1918-05-28
CONFESSIONS
OF A Wife
DO MIN WANT NoMEN's
LOVE-

Tonight. as l write. continued
Dick. Il know that you. Marssc. have
given me all the happiness asked
for just as know that whatever a
man asks Of his wife. II Hhe loves
him. she gives.
II used to think my heart hun.
rered for nonething you did not
Eive-i know now 1, was because ]
did no, ask It Of you"
oh. Dick, you said very truly
when you dedicated thl. manuscript
to inc that IL Only tho dead knew
wh~n 10 come back and be forgiven
that the lives OF moat Of ua would be
castor. do not. however. believe
that had we lived together half a
century you would have told me
what you have Jus, written to me TO
be read after you were no more. The
only real tragedy In life. dear Dick.
Ia the solitude In which we most all
live and die.
We say--you and have said often
You are part Of me-" and yet
we both must have known. had We
stopped 20 reason II out. mat what
We said was not true.
heard man say the other even.
Ing that aitho he had lived with HIS
wife many years. yet he knew moth
ing about her real soul. thought
he was trying that Old game Of bluff
trying 10 flattsrN his wife into be.
iisving that she was too complex for
any mere man to understand.
Is II because We do not believe
when ono we love tries 90 be frank
with us. or II IL that We are never
true ourselves because VIC are afraid
Of truth. that We fan back on tho old
excuse Of completely
"ft has always seemed 20 me,
said Donna the other day. when We
we're taking about something OF this
sort. that men do not really want
women 10 love them. For them the
passionate and poignant sweetness OF
love aa women conceive IL is always
cloying.
what they want is only the Ger
tain submission and grace and com
fort OF a woman's presence in the
DsAtkEfounu VI ll'it I'VE -ANN A'i'
ground being filled with more inter
estlng matters. such as sport. bust
ness. ambition and 80 forth.
"Margie.' she spoke again car
nestly. you see. every woman
should he taught before she enters
marriage that a great deal of this
poetry that men have written 10. for
and about women. is simply high.
sounding words.
why, heard n woman say the
other day that she would rather be
the romance that a man remembers.
than the everyday. prosaic thing
which becomes his life habit"
looked up with n smile. little
book. for thought OF how many
women had Rugged 10 their breasts
the thought that they were the ro-
nance that a man remembers. while
the wife he lived with had become
such habit that he could not ret
along without her---ln fact. he had
forgotten all the romance and some.
times even the woman herself.
Little book, dear little book. | am
beginning TO feel that | am not go
ing to be able to live In any kind Of
content. let alone happiness. without
Dick. Every day ! miss him more
and more. Sometimes | have a
feeling that. II cannot get away
from every one and everything. I
shall scream. Then ! get into my
little car and 20 away out into the
country ana drive about until | am
calmer.
Mrs. Trent said 10 me the other
day: II cannot understand. Margie.
how you can fake the passing OF my
dear boy 40 calmly. You must be
even less emotional than | thought
you were"
wish 7 could make you under
stand. little book. how Mrs. Trent al
ways affects me. II Is just as tho
some one who had the power to
make you crumple all up was always
touching you. Mrs. Trent knows
that am foolish. perhaps. about
one seeming TO be afraid OF the
word death" We saying passing
or going away" or leaving us" or
any Of those other silly things which
only make us appear TO be 30 afraid
Of Death that we do not even dare
to speak his name. Why not face