Evening star., 1928-12-30

We made and the false steps that we
| took
To begin with, we paid $50 month
for our apartment, and it wasn't worth
it. There was no proper way of dis
posing of the garbage and every one
of the cupboardS was too small.
If young girls were told before mar
riage all the things they ought to know
they would never go into an apartment
unless there was janitor. who took
away the garbage without leaving it
out on the back of the fire escape.
Some of the mistakes, too, were Of
mating in the best room, and I'll con-
fess now that it hasn't the warmth.
It's all right in the cool weather, but
when Winter comes it is better to pay
another So yard and get real rugs.
There were some things, too, that
I found didn't like to tell even to my
husband. A young, inexperienced wife,
such as I was, is held back by kind
of delicacy in speaking of certain
things. The first of these troubles
kept to myself, but thought of it day
and night until at last I just couldn't
stand it any longer, and I said to Mr.,
Thomley, There's something I've just
got to tell you; namely. that new ice
box is bum ice-box. It leaks"
Mr.. Thomley was very kind about it
and got plumber up right away, but
somehow things didn't seem quite the
same again after the ice-box started
leaking.
Then, of course, there was certain
amount of trouble with other men.
There was first the young fellow who
carried up the groceries, and the very
first day he said, IF you like I'll carry
them right into the kitchen for YOU"
I said right away, You cut that stuff
out right now."
AS soon as my husband came home
I said to him, There's a thing I may
as well tell you first as last: The gro
Gerry man tried to carry the parcels
right through into the kitchen" My
husband said nothing at the time, but
I felt there was a shadow between us
after that.
1t has been only as the months and
presently the years have gone past that
I have realized that my married life
with Mr. Thomley has been a mistake.
1t would be hard for me to say just
what has gone wrong, but suppose /
am only one of a great many women
who feel that somehow life has wronged
them. 1t seems to bring them nothing.
1t was different for my husband, be-
cause he was in the store and was
forging ahead all the time. He got
moved up from curtains the second
year of our marriage to being head of
all the carpets, with a $500 increase.
and a year or two after that they put
him right on the ground floor with the
whole of the gents furnishings, boys
garments and mems goods under him.
Then he's away up in the United Good
men of the World, and belongs to a
cornet and saxophone society that meets
every two weeks all Winter, and clay
pigeon shooting club that goes out once
month in the Summer.
It always seems that way. Mems life
is full of work and interest, and for
women there is just nothing.
It was about when my eldest little
girl was getting ready for public school
she was the first of the three children
to go-that I began to feel the full
emptiness of my life. It was so differ
ent from the kind of day dreams I used
used to think I might marry a boot
logger, or an Arab slave driver, or
French adventurer. used to dream of
life where things happened, and where
some one would take me around and
make things fly. It's kind of roman
tic spirit have
So nowadays when I sit evenings with
Mr.. Thomley feel that the time has
come when I'll have to divorce him.
That about concludes my disclosures.
II I could think of any more intimate
things to say, I'd put them in, because
know that my readers just snap them
up and live on them. But this will do
for noW