Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1922-09-23
A Terrible Dilemma

81 do not believe this letter is
from Walter" I began impetuously
eyes, it is, Kay, know his
style too well to be mistaken. DOM
you remember how told you how
he used to write me letters when
was only gone from the hospital
for day. And l am sure, too
that he is coming back just as he
says he is,
Every morning when 1 wake up
think perhaps he will come today
Every night before close my eyes
thank God that have had little
longer before facing him. Can you
a calamity hanging over me to
imagine my mental state with such
break 1 know not when9
"Why do you know, Kay, the
other night when we came out of
the theatre l was sure that the dope
crazed man with that harpy was
Walter.
81 was mad with terror for AS
hours, and then l knew that l must
have been mistaken for if it had
been, he would have tried to find
me soon after he arrived"
interrupted her; GLOW do you
know, Sheila, that Walter is taking
morphineR That Calcutta story
could be someone else could it notq''
eyes, it might be, but it is pretty
circumstantial, especially as it had
been sent to someone over here and
then relayed to me- Besides Kay
you must understand, L know Wal
ter. He always was sidestepping
every uncomfortable thought, every
action that was not to his liking. y
"Why do you not answer Walters
letter, Sheila, or let me write to him.
Tell him the whole truth. Tell him
that his father did not keep faith
with him. Tell him his sister be-
trayed him as well as you. Tell him
that you have found love and hap
piness with another. That would
help to settle matters, would it not
Especially if you sent him some of
these letters"
Don't you see, Kay, that he did
not give me any address. That tells
me better than anything else that
this dope story is true. l remember
how he begged for it at the slightest
pain at the hospital
Poor Walterl Kay, I would like
to know that he was going to have
some happiness. l would like to
know that he didn't care for me
any more. At times it almost seems
to me that perhaps ] was little
to blame, for l was tired of the hos
pital, you know. And 1 jumped at
the chance to get away from it..
But 1 would have made him a good
wife. You know that, do you not,
Kay2 1 would have kept my part
Of the bargain"
Yes, l know you would, Sheila,
for you have a loving heart and a
great soul. A soul too big to un-
derstand that anyone could possibly
hate you enough to do this thing
that anyone could possibly dream Of
crushing you to help along his own
selfish schemes"
"only one person in all the world
could hate me enough for that"
But Susanne is in Japan by this
time" As l spoke fear entered my
heart with the ominous words l had
heard long before: 'Susanne gets
what she goes after
''Susanne Jones' money can gird
the earth as quickly as the wireless.
That cursed Jones money was able
to ruin me once and now that I
have built some sort of an edifiee
upon the remains of that wreckage,
that money has bgun again its
hellish work. She is hiring someone
to torture me- "
Still cannot understand, Sheila
What does she expect to get cat Of
all thisf"
81 think she expects that it will
kill me, spoke Sheila solemnly.
Either you or she has gone mad. .
1T isn't me- Kay, although at
times / have thought I was"
"Well. we will fool them al and
We wiz begin by showing these to
Phil"