The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-07-31
By ANNABELLE EGEL.

Walter, Flanders was the only man
I ever loved. None knew It better
than he. For sixteen long years
was the REAL woman in his life. I
have his spoken and written word
| for that. It's true that we were
never married, but that il my fault.
Time and again in our amour he
begged me to wed HIM. But the
legal tie meant nothing to me. /
knew he was mine just as was his
body and soul. When gave my.
self to him he told me he would
keep and protect me all my life. I
trusted and believed him. And he
kept his word. Only a few days
before his untimely death I received
a check from him. In that respect
he was faithful to the last. He told
me repeatedly he had provided for
| me in his will. And when read
had not even been mentioned /
could hardly believe my eyes.
Feels No Malice.
am not animated by anger or
malice. Our love was too deep to
be disrupted. have no dis.
| illusionments. am setting this
down for the whole world to read.
It is no story "of a young girls
temptation" hold no brief for
myself. But am glad to say that
was true to him--as true as any
good woman could be to the only
man that she ever gave her un.
limited love to-
Walter Flanders-or 'fwally" as I
always called him-forced life be.
yond its natural limits.
No one knew Walter Flanders
like I did. knew him all during
his meteoric life. He had many
any many ian affair" He could
rightfully be called 1.-THE Great
Lover-the man with a hundred
loves" But despite all these and
even in spite Of his many mar
riages he always came back to me.
"Annabelle." he would say. TAX.
| Ing me in those big. powerful arms
| of his and embracing me with a
bear hug. "you are the only one
after ALL" And he meant it. too.
have kept and treasured his
many letters and kilograms. He
constantly sent me flowers and
| notes.
TO the day of his death he ear.
ried a key to what he called my
only love nest" And he was the
only one beside myself that had
1t is not easy to write such a
public diary" aS this. 1 treasured
his love deeply. But there is still
a greater duty to- the living. He
brought me the pictures of his
children. George. now a young
I man. was his ideal. He talked in.
cessantly about him. He brought
| George as a child to me. We were
such chums. l loved George like
a mother. The pictures of his
children all had places of honor
| in the homes he provided for NE.
You and the children will be
provided for when l co." he re-
peatedly said. And then two years
ago he came to me and putting his
arms around me said he had that
day made his will and that / was
not forgotten. Then he laughed and
said:
Nov that I've done that. 1 sup.
pose you'll pray that I'll die
"Wally," knew that I cared only
for him. It was not his money.
His money killed him. He lived
so fast-always drank. Time and
again he has been brought home
to me like a dead man" And I
would battle his head and sit beside
him all during the night.
But for you" he would say.
I'D be in my grave. No one loves
me like you do"
Love me? He worshipped me.
Time and again he has battled with
his fists for my good name, when
it was mentioned in a manner he
didn't like. He was jealous Of me.