Salt Lake Telegram | 1918-11-15 | Page 18 | Confessions of a War Bride

Confessions of A Wat Bride J CHAPTER LIX. j I fthee a War Bride's Tears ana) Find INew Courage. , At home. In Hob's old room. I collapsed. All hi dear familiar helMuajtnga greeted J nie-hut the light and the warmth the 1 mentitug of thai room had gone out of It. II threw myself on the led and wept. I felt so small and so alone. ( ,ife ss 1 bad lived It on the i-ckis! was Htujtendous nd appalling. And love was so confua- , ifg , I'silHe ami Mutlier Lllfllher arr excel-, (em iMmpli of humanity. CouhtleN they had started their married life with more than average chances of happiness, i hut th-y had managed, somehow, to let love f m II between t hent ' Plainly. didn't umlerstsnd anything more about love than I did al-out life, but 1 I fo'ind mvself crying my heart nut for j my hustaiid, and si y log over a ud over . I "Hob dear! liob darling! I want you i so- lresently I heard mother's rap at tny door. j "It's Just like a funeral, mother." 1 aol b-d. "Coming bark her where Bob I ought to be nd not finding htm. I feel ! like a widow. Molher dear," 1 moaned, "do you think thia war will make me a j widow?" I l H a a moan that many a war bride. ! haw mad. I wih all those whitse lips j 1 have framed it could flt;d sucIiitriliiLJ-. faa mother sate In m She TTdiint 1-hftle 1-hftle my tears. mr offer me fal"e hties I- Hut she pictured for me the shell lorn fields of France -her despoiled women and her slatiRhtered babes. "Franca haa so 1 manv widows' Who I am I." J asked myetf, to claim exemption exemp-tion from un happiness?" When I was quirt. mother s'lpped I awio. 1 axuae-aud- io wwh mo4 I mopped before my huxlusiid's . picture With mv hands clasped as in a vow. I defied fate I "I will not let life break me" ' Aa If to reward me for this spurt of foil r a ge, came a letter f r om Hob in the afternoon mall. There was not a single word in It shoot my. precious secret. Hob'a atervce grieved me but perhaps he hadn't got the news yet Hub whs quart-red " one here ne .ir a ; very famous r er It ni-ole him think.! be wrote, of Htnlry'a verse; "On the way to Kew. Bv the river old snd gray. w'here In the long ago , We laughed and loitered so, I met a ghoal today, A shoe! thai told of you. A shoot of low replies A 'ill a wee l, inecrutrf hie e es ( 'nun tig up frm Itlclimond ! A oil used to do j With trre. hf of Long Ago. ' 1 .1 ved my t lio'is his of v.hi I Rv the r ve r o'd and ga y I r lowing hia spfroinied w a. j A I wslched I knew What It is mo good lo know Not tn va in. not In vim hh.ill I look for mi asam , I'ommg up erMii Kichniord j i u the way to Kew ' I I. There was a meiuorv and a promt"1 in 1 1 he verae ennusb o niake any w ar j bi tde cry some more. I am going to find something equally ' w 'onderfm 1 o send In mv next letter to ! j Hob. 1 thiAk soldiers' letters ought to! ontsln a lot of sentiment -ajind mighty: I Utile of the home trouhles j tTo bo continued. j (Copyright. bv the Newspaper Kn- i I terpnae Association j