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Show KATHLEEN NORRIS The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing cause it seems to me much less serious a step than that of breaking up a home. To be Roy's wife would be my dream of ecstatic happiness. But there would be other problems; Alma's heartbreak, his children's disillusionment in their father, society's criticism, and the eventual factions certain friends for Alma, others on Roy's side. A comparative stranger in Toledo, I would not feel myself capable of assembling a circle cir-cle of friends comparable to the one he has now. I wouldn't want them; the humblest little country establishment would satisfy me. But he might. "You see I think of it from all angles. Unusual? Yes, I know it is. But may not a woman for once treat herself to generosity in an affair af-fair of this sort, and be the one to take the chance? We have al-ready al-ready agreed that if ever one of us tires which seems unlikely we will part with unimpaired affectior and respect." If this letter of Thelma Sabir were not expertly typed on verj handsome office paper, I would suspect sus-pect that the writer was girl of 16. The answer could be contained ir four short words; don't be a fool "vNE YEAR AGO I fell in love," Thelma Sabin's letter begins abruptly. "The man was my office boss, I'll call him Royal Rogers. He is 44, married, successful, quiet and reserved. He has four children, whose ages run from 17 to 6, and a good wife. "I am 27; I was one of five brothers broth-ers and sisters. But Father and Mother are gone now, and the family fam-ily scattered. I live in a small apartment with a woman friend, who is divorced and has a boy of 9. I have liked various boys in the last 10 years, came close to an elopement with one special soldier, got cold feet, and decided to wait for the real thing. "This, what I feel for Roy, is the real thing. It has grown slowly, through understanding, sympathetic interests, a cominon passion for music, the gradual realization that only the hours we spent together were real. The rest was only a dream. My life away from Roy became be-came just a memory of words he had said, expressions in his eyes, tones of his voice. For months we both knew, but it was only last week that the revelation came, leaving leav-ing us stunned and dismayed. Her Lover's Wife "I have dined at the comfortable suburban home where he lives. His children know and like me, and his wife, Alma, has told me more than once that in Roy's eyes I can do nothing wrong. She said once she didn't know why she wasn't jealous of me. She is a good, devoted moth- ". . . agony to us both . . ." er, and because the only son has eye trouble, has made herself his teacher. "Consequently, this discovered love between Roy and me is an agony to us both. Neither one of us can know a happy moment apart. And yet, so great is my sense of responsibility as a possible home-breaker, home-breaker, that I am writing to ask you if you think my solution of this difficulty at all reasonable or right. Please, before you answer, consider the desperate state in which Roy and I find ourselves. The feeling between be-tween us is so deep that if he could he would ask his wife for his freedom free-dom and make me the proudest and happiest woman in the world as his wife. Indeed, he is eager to do this, although doubting if she would ever consent. "But before he shocks her with this suggestion, I want your opinion opin-ion on my plan. Claire, the woman with whom I live, is shortly to be remarried. I will then be sole occupant oc-cupant of a charming penthouse, and my question to you is: who would be hurt, who would be wronged, if Roy became my lover? His wife? His wife need never know. If she suspected, a few weeks on guard woultf, reassure her. If she found out, how much less hurt would she be than if I broke up her home now, and robbed her children chil-dren of their father! A Startling Idea "This is my idea. I propose it be- |