The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-04-14
FROM LESLIE HAMILTON. BRIDE
TO-BE. TO LESLIE HAMILTON

| am so glad found you, dear
little secret drawer
| shall keep as long rs shall live
your one secret and will never dis
close your hiding place to anyone
| am quite Eurc when John s
mother gave me this beautiful desk
that she never had IN idea of the
wonderful treasure she was bestow-
ing on me. 1t is the dearest posses
sion ! have.
1t thrills me through and through
to think that l have found this Sc
crst drawer which has held for hum
drods of years only this scrap of
paper upon which is written:
II hope whoever shall come afteF
me, that finds this hidden drawers
will make it, as ! have, recepticai
of all her hearts secrets.
"Onc of the greatest mistakes Il
woman can make is to let anyone
see into the inmost recesses of her
soul. Yet we poor feminine things
ae built in such a way that at
times we must disgorge our over
charged hearts.
Invariably when we do this to
moltals we come to find disillusion
and grief. but this dear place of
silence has kept all my secrets and
know it will keep those of the next
woman who finds her way to it.
They tell me now that am go
ing to die, and so am taking back
my condolences and laying them, one
by one, upon the fire, for no one,
not even those who have loved me
best, may know-as these following
sheets of paper could tell-that the
gay little Marquise, as they called
me at the court. was beloved of a
king"
Who was "thc gay little Mar
quisc?" ! do not know, but ! do
know that she loved devotedly and
was loved in return; and by a king.
In this secret drawer she laid her
heart and this silent friend she has
passed on to me.
Oh, gay little Marquise, am.
sorry for you tonight for both you
and your kingly lover have been
dust for hundreds of years. Prob
ably in some forgotten garden in
France the old rose trees are wills
pering to each other of when he
picked u blossom, kissed it and gave
it to you and you placed it above
your heart. These rose-trees are
waiting until you come
again, and you are dust.
Dear little Marquise. wish you
could know that my love has just
begun, for tomorrow l shall go to
my lover to be his until death do
US part"
Tomorrow will begin that new life
that life for which every woman
feels herself born; Il life the fulness
and bliss of which every woman
dreams; a life the loss of which is
the greatest tragedy that can come
to any one of her sex.
| wonder if every girl on her we'd
ding eve looks forward to the never
ending happiness that is to come
W iuS. WOIIuCI IL DCiOIe
err slipped away from her fathers
house to become my fathers wife
she was thinking the thoughts that
am thinking now. 1t seems to me
dear little Marquisc, that no one,
not even you, has loved and is lovec
as l.
First in this new life there will
be the JOY of belonging. Has every
ether woman's soul thrilled as mine
does when her lo'tr whispers
Sweetheart, you are mine?" AL
ready ! have learned this mean;
more than all else the desire to pos
sess and to be possessed in tuln.
John will belong to me. In all the
world there will be no one as near
to him as !. When he is happy, /
will be happy; when he sorrows. !
must grieve and even if disgrace
should come it will be mine to
share.
After tomorrow we two will be
one.
Oh, gay little Marquise, I am
afraid that you never were quite
happy because in the vague message