The Washington times., 1920-10-21

How like my life" she murmured,
barely audible.
Mrs. Kenyon Is no longer young.
The bloom of her early womanhood
has died and blown away, like the
petals of the late summer rose" she
sighed. Yet the ardor of her heart
cold when she talks OF .life's hops-
lessness, leaps again to flame and she
eXclaims:
Yes, | must, l will make a good
fight. Not for myself What is left
of life for me? But for my loyal
husband, for my four adoring boys,
I must carry on and face the life
before me with courage. My dear
husband. his home wrecked, his heart
broken, has told me 1 must be stead
fast.
"He is ready to take mp the journey
again with me In n new life, life
we shall live for each other and our
children, shutting the past from our
hearts eyes"
CHILD WHEN PARENTS DIED.
Maybelle Kenyon. whose love of
love has lead her to the brink of
death, spent a normal, happy girl
hood. She was born in Westerly. the
daughter OF a minister. Her early
bent was religious. At the age or
twelve her father died. A short time
before her mother had died. She
wondered IL life, after all, was worth
the living.
She took up the story at that point
and said:
"Heartbroken, 1 was placed in a
private academy in Albion, Wis. and
completed the four years course in
two and a half years. i was seven
teen then, and returned to Westerly
TO visit a sister. 1t was on this visit
I met DR.. Herbert Tetlow. l did not
see him again for a long, long time.
How little l dreamed on that far-off
day that he was to play such a part
in my life.
"I found a position teaching school
I was eager to support myself. ] re-
mained there but year and then
got a place teaching in Laurengren,
Conn. not far from Norwich. Back to
New England 1. went for two years.
was twenty then.
"The second year I went to Long
Island for a vacation. In bathing
one day a wave swept me off my
feet. A handsome life guard rescued
me. That was Mr.. Church, my first
husband"
Gazing at the now p-purple sky,
she whispered:
"wc were young. We seemed just
to drift together into marriage. II
WINS not really love that We felt.
FOUND HUSBAND IN SURF.
There were two children-Charles,
now twenty-one, and Norman, now
seventeen, the dear boys who are so
bravely standing by me in this hid
eous hour. Six months after Nor
mans birth my husband was killed
in the performance OF his duty. What
should do? Two small children ana
n pitiful bank account. l recalled my
fathers ever-recurring injunction,
Face life bravely.'
81 came back to westerly. The
school positions we're filled already
I tried renting furnished rooms, do
ing all the work myself 1t was
pitiful failure"
Here Mrs. Kenyon draws the veil
across her memory. The period II
covers is too bleak, the heartaches
too many. But there was n marriage
TO a man named Ashley, and a divorce
six months later.
Back then to the days OF bread
winning and introspection-the dis
ease, she says, ol the eHlpNy anu lilo
too full hearts.
KENYON NOBLE AND LOVING.
II women were not so given TO
looking inward. she believes--if only
they were trained for some remuner-
ative work In lifc-they would he
spared much suffering and tho world
would know few tragedies. She
went on:
when Mr.. Kenyon and 7 v~rc
marrtod, ho did all he cr~uld-iomako