The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1918-06-18

FWife/s
TOO LATE, DICK

REVEALS HIS SOUL
Today again Pat wanted me to
let him publish what l have writ
ten In your white pages, little
DOCK, and [ actually grew cold as
l thought Of all the secrets and
confessions | had given to you.
someone said to me the other
day, Il wish some woman had the
courage to write for all the world
OF women Just what all the world
OF women thinks but does not dare
to utter"
II think perhaps have done
this, but | am afraid that onI,
you and /, little book, will eve,
know OF it. The whole thing is
100 near to me.
Perhaps some day when I an
very very old and all this pulsat.
ing life of mine seems but q
dream, which l dreamed so lone
ago that | have almost forgotten
IT, l can let you go out for strane.
ers to talk about.
But now it would break nv
heart to be misunderstood. nv
poor little Inconsistencies made
TO look like real character blem.
ishes. "
AFTER Donna and the rest had
gone last night, | opened Dicks
manuscript and read it with a
new understanding, for all the
Whiie was ringing in my ear his
voice, the voice that I had heard
all the evening.
i come to the great tragedy nj
our welded life with reluctance
Margie,' wrote Dick, because
must write things that a man sci.
oom tells, even when he stand,
on the very brink of eternity. Rut
l. myself, am somewhat in doubt
Oh Just what 1t all means-wh,
we poor mortals are made in tbi,
imperfect way and then tacitI,
supposed to lead perfect lives.
DO not misunderstood me,
am not asking for mercy on tbf
grounds that / was not resnons;.
Die. That is towards plea. and
yet | sometimes question lust
"here human responsibility ends
ana iate takes up our lives and
plays ducks and brakes will
them. wiz
once in my life, Margie,
just drifted, and once in my life
made decision. Both times
maze the great mistake and un,
told pain ensued not only for nv.
sell but for those | loved.
II have told you that Eleano,
Fairlow and Il we're Childhood
sweethearts. We had bardl,
been separated day except wher
l was at college and she was away
at boarding school, from the time
We were six years old.
l. Had | never met you. Margie
l should have married EIeano,
Fairlow and probably gone tbr,
life never knowing just what love
could mean-the thrill of II,
power, its strength and its glory
II know many men 60 thru liff
without ever realizing the dream
and l expect some of them neye,
even have the dream, dear.
Love, | have come to know
Margie, is the soul OF desire, anc
until 1 knew you. dear hear.
never realized that such an earth
ly passion as surged thru me
could contain a sacramentaI fir,
that vestal must tend if m,
faith in womanhood was KEEP
lalive."
Oh Dick, Dick, why did you moi
say this, why did you not writ,
this to me in the first years of oul
marriage?
Dear. it is the very poetry o.
love that my heart-every WON.
ans heart-longs for i'm her lover
Instead, you locked 1t all In
your heart and presented me thu
conventional mans somewhat
seeming contentious assumption
that the idealization of love wa,
purely a feminine prerogative.
That is my quarrel with fate
dear-our souls and bodies neye,
seem correlated. One is ALWAYS
trying to fly upward and the
other Is chained to earth with
leaden feet.
Sometimes I almost think thai
there should be two kinds OF hui.
man beings, one kind that is all
soul and one that Is all body.
Ito Be Continued.)