The Glenwood post., 1918-07-27
HER CONFESSIONS
BY CLARA MORRIS.


One must never urge a woman to
confess herself; If you do she will
evade you, and bury the truth out of
sight. 1t is her priceless treasure. She
will not be robbed of it; she will not
sell it; she will not barter it. But If
you are an attentive and sympathetic
listener she will confer it upon you as
ty upon favorite vassal. Ophelia
had chosen to confess to me- How
well l remember her words!
The First Confession.-You know
my intense nature. You know absorb
| love as the sand absorbs water. 1t is
my meat and drink. Without it per-
ish thousand times. I have had one
day of divine ecstacy. Listen! It ia
Easter. The weather Is exceptionally
fine. have dress which is miracle
of handiwork, and fits to perfection.
1 have parasol and hat to match. My
entire outfit Is an inspiration. I know
that nothing is lacking. feel the ex-
Quisite physical JOY that one feels when
she Is graceful; she cannot help 1t. It
Is the enthusiasm Of conscious muscles
that have attained perfect develop
ment. feel religious. I cannot stop
within doors on such day. I resolve
to attend church, and to attend the
Church Of St. Anthony Of the Desert.
As I enter the vestibule I hear the
throb Of the organ; hear the click of
my boot heels on the blue tiles; am
conscious Of the presence Of several
gentlemen who regard me with inter-
est as pass; feel their eyes upon my
cheek and between my shoulders when
my back Is turned. bow my head and
enter the sanctuary; an usher leads
me to pew near the altar.
Enter Very Rev. -, from vestry
prays devoutly In most becoming
robes; all pray devoutly; more organ ;
aaxen-haired choristers with rosebud
mouths look like chanting cherubs. The
robust bass does lovely solo; he al
ways sings with tremendous passion
and stirs me up-sings hymn Of praise
to his Maker as if 1t were romance
de ramour to his mistress. Result: l
feel madly in love with somebody ;
don't know who. sit and dream to
music.
Enter some one, who sits near me. l
am provoked that he, she or it should
dare to disturb my delicious reverie.
A low voice whispers, pardon me p
turn suddenly. and. behold, the hero
I've been signing for all these weary,
empty. and Improbable months is at
my side, offering with graceful ele-
gance his prayer book. had rather II
were his hand and heart. for I am
surely In love on the instant-splendid
figure, divine mouth, beautiful hands
The Second Confesslon.-I knew
that I should meet him again. aud 4 do
say to myself, There Is the man for
me to marry-heaven has sent him! j
nm unutterabay gratefuli" It IL again
OF a Sunday. go out for stroll,
after tea-of course, escorted. We
reach the pretty park not far away.
Ny mind drifts from my company.
am thinking Of the adored one, and
how easy It will be for me to know
him; 20 easy that I would rather not
hasten 1t by any act Of mine, but leave
it to chance. and enjoy drifting toward
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tender twilight comes on. A trolley
approaches; we resolve to enter it. ]
enter. Can I be mistaken-can be
mistaken? Yes, it's hel Ye gods and
blessed fates! my hero again! How
we look at each other. I alight; he
watches to see which house l enter. All
the while am looking my best can.
not do otherwise under the circum.
stances-it's no effort; it is inspira.
tional.
The Last Confession.-One of those
Irritating days when 1t is impossible to
sit still OF to do anything for five con.
secutive minutes. There are children
in the Observation-Disclosures, trouble.
some children, who quarrel at frequent
intervals and drive me mad. I 60 into
the street hoping to find rest, or at
least momentary relief. I have seen
him but twice. Down the street see
carriages, funeral coaches, and a
plumed hearse. Ny heart stands still
am dragged against my will toward
the house Of mourning. I enter unob-
served-I will see who Is in the coffin
Three clergymen conduct the solemn
ceremonials. I wait through all the
hollow forms. stand moment owe,
the coffin; feel that have buried all
that Is worth living for in the casket
with that exquisite marble face.
stand and shiver in dumb rage. Some
one takes me gently by the arm and
leads me aside. choke as approach
the door! return into the world! II
Is an absolute blank. to me. shall
never again care for anyone or any.
thing. For he Is dead and gone.