Revelations of a Wife

Revelations of a Wife

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Title: Revelations of a Wife The Story of a Honeymoon
Author: Adele Garrison
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[Illustration: "LOOK AT ME, MARGARET."]
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
The Story of a Honeymoon

BY
ADELE GARRISON
1915, 1916, 1917

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
"I WILL BE HAPPY! I WILL! I WILL!"
II. THE FIRST QUARREL
III. KNOWN TO FAME AS LILLIAN GALE
IV. DIVIDED OPINIONS
V. "ALWAYS YOUR JACK"
VI. A MAID AND MODEL
VII. A FRIENDLY WARNING
VIII. A TRAGEDY AVERTED
IX. THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN
X. GRACE BY NAME AND GRACE BY NATURE
XI. "I OWE YOU TOO MUCH"
XII. LOST AND FOUND
XIII. "IF YOU AREN'T CROSS AND DISPLEASED"

XIV. A QUARREL AND A CRISIS
XV. "BUT I LOVE YOU"
XVI. INTERRUPTED SIGHT-SEEING
XVII. A DANGER AND A PROBLEM
XVIII. "CALL ME MOTHER--IF YOU CAN"
XIX. LILLIAN UNDERWOOD'S STORY
XX. LITTLE MISS SONNOT'S OPPORTUNITY
XXI. LIFE'S JOG-TROT AND A QUARREL
XXII. AN AMAZING DISCOVERY
XXIII. "BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET"
XXIV. A SUMMER OF HAPPINESS THAT ENDS IN FEAR
XXV. PLAYING THE GAME
XXVI. A VOICE THAT CARRIED FAR
XXVII. "HOW NEARLY I LOST YOU!"
XXVIII. A DARK NIGHT AND A TROUBLED DAWN
XXIX. "BUT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW--"
XXX. THE WEEKS THAT FOLLOWED
XXXI. A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER
XXXII. "THE DEAREST FRIEND I EVER HAD"
XXXIII. "MOTHER" GRAHAM HAS SOMETHING TO SAY

XXXIV. A MESSAGE FROM THE PAST
XXXV. THE WORD OF JACK
XXXVI. "AND YET--"
XXXVII. A CHANGE IN LILLIAN UNDERWOOD
XXXVIII. "NO--NURSE--JUST--LILLIAN"
XXXIX. HARRY CALLS TO SAY GOOD-BY
XL. MADGE FACES THE PAST AND HEARS A DOOR SOFTLY
CLOSE
XLI. WHY DID DICKY GO?
XLII. DAYS THAT CREEP SLOWLY BY
XLIII. "TAKE ME HOME"

INTRODUCTION
Probably it is true that no two persons entertain precisely the same view
of marriage. If any two did, and one happened to be a man and the
other a woman, there would be many advantages in their exemplifying
the harmony by marrying each other--unless they had already married
some one else.
Sour-minded critics of life have said that the only persons who are
likely to understand what marriage ought to be are those who have
found it to be something else. Of course most of the foolish criticisms
of marriage are made by those who would find the same fault with life
itself. One man who was asked whether life was worth living, answered
that it depended on the liver. Thus, it has been pointed out that
marriage can be only as good as the persons who marry. This is simply
to say that a partnership is only as good as the partners.

"Revelations of a Wife" is a woman's confession. Marriage is so vital a
matter to a woman that when she writes about it she is always likely to
be in earnest. In this instance, the likelihood is borne out. Adele
Garrison has listened to the whisperings of her own heart. She has done
more. She has caught the wireless from a man's heart. And she has
poured the record into this story.
The woman of this story is only one kind of a woman, and the man is
only one kind of a man. But their experiences will touch the
consciousness--I was going to say the conscience--of every man or
woman who has either married or measured marriage, and we've all
done one or the other.
PIERRE RAVILLE.

Revelations of a Wife

I
"I WILL BE HAPPY! I WILL! I WILL!"
Today we were married.
I have said these words over and over to myself, and now I have written
them, and the written characters seem as strange to me as the uttered
words did. I cannot believe that I, Margaret Spencer, 27 years old, I
who laughed and sneered at marriage, justifying myself by the tragedies
and unhappiness of scores of my friends, I who have made for myself a
place in the world's work with an assured comfortable income, have
suddenly thrown all my theories to the winds and given myself in
marriage in as impetuous, unreasoning fashion as any foolish
schoolgirl.
I shall have to change a word in that last paragraph. I forgot that I am
no longer Margaret Spencer, but Margaret Graham, Mrs. Richard

Graham, or, more probably, Mrs. "Dicky" Graham. I don't