Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1920-01-26

I intended never to be jealous of Kath-
crime Miller again. 1 did not go off to
sleep as I was supposed to do, but 1
kept very still and watched my husband
while he slept. Bob had been awake in
that awful dungeon, brooding, raging
and despairing, for two days and nights.
Wher ] remembered this. I stopped my
silly chattering and Bob fell into SUM
Der Ike that of tired infant. stopped
talking, but I was too excited to stop
thinking.
intended never to be jealous of any
woman again. I had learned my lesson.
I proposed to walk serenely all my days
with perfect faith in Bob's loyalty and
devotion.
I was so terribly happy to be at one
with my husband again that it seemed
utterly absurd to imagine thatt would
ever question the exclusiveness of his
love for me. Love like ours must be
reciprocal--it couldn't exist as a one
sided relation, told myself.
/ suppose oil proper wives fall into
the same tro.n of mind-at intervals
and become completely trusting, after
the reconciiiations which follow differ
ences or quarrels with their husbands.
felt awfully humble as I considered
how much Bob loved me- I was abjectly
grateful to him for caring for such a
silly, rash unreasonable creature as 7
knew myself to be. I vowed to myself
that I would trust BObs silences as well
as his demonstration of affection forever
and forever.
"It is by his sllences," told myself,
that a husband makes n wife most 1eal-
Gus. The questions he ignores, the con-
| fessions he will not make. the accusa-
he .x-fII drive a
wife into hysteria. On the other hand,
a woman maddens a man by talking.
She Celebrates upon her hirtations and
her temptations believing that the Jeal-
ousy which she arOuses is proof of
mans love"
Bob was a silent man by nature and
I warned myself that I would better
not construe his silences as cover
for what he dared not tell me. I would
accept them as evidence that he had no
hidden romaDces to tell about!
And then I wondered how much, or
how littlc-I ought to tell Bob about
the long days I had passed locked up in
that secret chamber with Chrys and
Spence and Archer. There was nothing
to tell except that we had all been
nearly bored to death-all but Jordan
Spence, who had fallen I'm love with my
sister-in law
Yet, II I discussed my personal >eXpe-
riences and feelings-or dwelt at all upon
the chlgalry Of Spence and Archer, was
afraid that I might suggest line Of
thought which would make my husband
most unhappy. The ordinary kindness
and sympathy and consideration with
which the two men had encouraged us
| two women In our strange situation
| 1--WE four had lived like castaways on
a reef In midocean) the unavoidable in
! tJmaces of our life in that prison
would make Bob impatient II not furious.
I decided to postpone that chapter OF
my story until we were back at home
once more.
Reviewing my prudence, thus, felt de
ciGedly sorry for all Of the brides Of
today. Our mothers and our grand
mothers had bad a much easier time
I felt sure. They were not sophisticated,
as are most young women today. Their
innoncence and their loyalty were &C
cepted by their husbands as a matter
Of course
They were fortunate because, like
Caesars wife, they were held above sus
plcion by their husbands.
Nowadays the most popular plays and
novels and movie plots deal with the
love affairs Of persons who are married.
nm sure that women today are as
honorable ms they ever were, but IT is
the trend of modern romance 10 lead
them into temptation. Thus very nice
husbands acquire horrid suspicious. (
Probably Bob would
The ominous persistent clatter Of auto
matics-a curious "zippityzipzipzip'' of
machine guns interrupted my train of
thought.-Copyrigh 1920.
(To Be Continued)