Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-10-31
THE WIFE CHEATER j
A New Romance
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
CHAPTER /


tn HEY all advised me not to marry him!
Alice, Ruth and Margaret, who were
my closest friends, told me to my face
that I was making a mistake and all the
countless others who did not know me so
we'll looked their disapproval. I could feel it
in the air wherever I went, but somehow I
did not resent it. Perhaps was overconfi-
dent. too sure of myself. I was eager to
Justify my choice, to prove to every one that
it was possible for one woman to hold Nor
mans love. And so 1 laughed because they
all feared for my happiness. and Norman
and 1 were married!
1t was Alice who came the nearest to maxi
ing me unhappy.
She came to me the day after Norman ana
had announced our engagement.
Jean, 1 suppose you know you're max
ing mistake she said abruptly.
1 sat there looking at her and thinking
how pretty she was. Sleek, dark hair, and
velvety brown eyes that slanted at the cor
ners gave Alices face a provocative appeal.
I remembered as 1 looked at her that for
time she and Norman had been great
friends and 1 wondered if perhaps there had
not been something between them at one
time. Not that l cared, for Norman loved
me, loved me enough to ask me to marry
and
any woman before. But I was curious, as
any woman would have been.
"Why do you say that?" I asked smiling
little.
Because I'm fond of you, suppose" was
her answer, "and know that Norman Wayne
can never make you happy. Why, Joan, think
of the women he's been in love with at one
time or another during the last year or So
He's never stuck to any one woman for long
and for you and he to marry is sheer mad
ness"
| I shrugged my shoulder. was determined
! to treat Alices interference lightly, but It
| irritated me nevertheless. Her remarks had
a personal flavor about them that I didn't
like. But she hurried on before could frame
| a sutableN answer.
"It wouldn't be so bad if you were Diff
ferent type of woman and could pay him back
! in his own coin. But the point of it is you'll
take marriage too seriously. Normans first
| filtration will cause you more agony Of heart
| than you've ever had in your life before"
| Nonsense" l retorted lightly
/ 81 suppose you actually believe he'll never
flirt again. l suppose you think he'll never
want any one but you all the rest Of his life,"
said Alice scoffingly.
Something like that" returned smooth
| Iy.
And Alice convinced that was determined
to wreck my life and that apparently she
could do nothing to prevent it, departed with
one final shot. 1t was that final shot that
maze me vaguely unhappy, Tor until Nor
man had taken definite place in my life,
I had thought seriously for a time of Herbert
| Livingston.
you'll find out some day that you'll wish
you'd taken Herbert" was Alices last re-
mark. HE adores you. He's the kind of
man to make you happy"
Eyes, and life with him would be about
as exciting as game Of Authors" retorted,
showing my irritation for the first time A
moment later she was gone.
AS soon as thesdoor had closed behind her
I made an effort to throw off the depression
that had settled over me- Why should +
care for anything she had said, and yet sew
eral Of her remarks had pierced beneath the
certainty of my love for Norman and had
made me uncomfortable. The first was that
l would take marriage too seriously and the
second was her reference to Herbert Living
stone.
It was in vain that laughed at myself
and longed restlessly for the time when
Norman would come and take me in his
arms and dispel my fears with kisses and
! eager assurance Of his love for me-
Thursday-What Is Love.