Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-03-03
l repeated the words after him, but
they conveyed nothing, TO my mind.

think It was then that I besan "a
wake up to what was really happening,
II was being married, and 70 Francy.
Furnival was being married bur not
to the man ! loved; not 10 ths ms n
who had filled my dreams since I ws !
little girl at school!
And out Of the void into which 7
seemed to he falling, ! heard the vicar 4
"Tho.. whom God hath Joined 10 I.
sether: let no. man put asundcr."
| francis and were husband and wife
TIL! death us should part.
we auarrcled on the Arst day Of our
ncneymoon. can hardly remember
ruined and angered each other with ~
everything We said and did. '
We had gone to 4 romantic South
Devon village. 1t was my husband 4
choice. and to this day still wonder
What made him choose II.
Inc country was glonious. the sea
~ blue as the Italian lakes. but Francis
was: bored to death with It In the 6rst
twenty four hours.
He said II was "a dull hole" and
that l was about a. cheerful ss A IN.
neral. He said that honeymoons were
the invention Of the devil; ne said--oh.
ne said lot Of sickening things which
! still shudder 70 think Of!
q, Ihe evening following our wedding
) tound myself alone on the grassy clif
staring out over the sea, and thinking
|, wnat mockery. the whole world was,
! nad dreamed OF my honeymoon many
times. as girls will. It seemed imnos. !.
siblc that was really experiencing H.
did not know where Francis was.
tie and ] had quarreled violently At tea !:
at least he had raved at me, and I hsi
wcpt. A'
Already had begun to hate him
N deadly earnest. In twenty. four hours
! nad grown 90 wise--so wise that I
could look back with unspeaksble ecorn
on the girl who had stood at the altar
steps and lightly vowed herself awav
into this mans hands. =, -.
no longer had one single hone Of
happiness. had had nay first glimpse
Of hell. and, unfair perhaps as Il was.
in my heart I put all the blame down
to Richard Tempest.
He was miles and miles away BY
now, caring little or nothing that / was
alone and eating out my miserable
heart. g.,
J. don't want to sadden You, or ]
could writet Of many days and nishts
and weeks when wished I could die
when ! used TO pray to God that
need not 90 on living.
I believe, IL I had had the pluck, !
would have taken nv own life; but I
was too much Of . coward. Perhaps
the life I had lived had knocked slj
the spirit; out OF me; perhaps I had
never had much.
We had meant to have 4 months .
honeymoon, but before the end Of Q
week we were back at Mascot House,
We Travelled up from the little Devon
village In separate carriages. Francis
made tho excuse that he wanted to
smoke. but I knew that It was be-.
cause he was sick OF nv company.
suppose ] was little misery In
those days. dare say an older and
wiser woman would have made some.
thing better Of her marriage than ! did 1;
but you must remember that was only
eighteen, and very ignorant
When Francis swOre at me cried /:
when he came home the worse for drink
| fed from him. and locked my door
when he offered me caresses I hated
him: At first he nsed to apologize after
he had lost his temper. but he grad .
cause he met with such small encour.
agement.
Things were worse when We got back
to Mascot House. Sometimes I hardly
saw him for days together.
Occasionally he had outbursts Of re-.
morse and affection, when he would buy
me some extravagant, present. Once
he took me to an expensive hotel in
London for q week, and kept me out
every night "sight-seeinx."
was utterly worn out when ! got
back TO Mascot House. Francis idea
OF pleasure and my own were as far
upart a. the Polar