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The Project Gutenberg eBook, I've Married Marjorie, by Margaret WiddemerThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.orgTitle: I've Married MarjorieAuthor: Margaret WiddemerRelease Date: October 6, 2007 [eBook #22904]Language: English***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK I'VE MARRIED MARJORIE***E-text prepared by Al HainesI'VE MARRIED MARJORIEbyMARGARET WIDDEMERAuthor of "Why Not," "The Wishing Ring Man," "You're Only Young Once," "The Boardwalk," etc.A. L. Burt CompanyPublishersNew YorkPublished by arrangement with Harcourt, Brace and HoweCopyright, 1920, byThe Crowell Publishing CompanyCopyright, 1920, byHarcourt, Brace and Howe, Inc.I'VE MARRIED MARJORIECHAPTER IThe sun shone, that morning, and even from a city office window the Spring wind could be felt, sweet and keen andheady, making you feel that you wanted to be out in it, laughing, facing toward the exciting, happy things Spring was sureto be bringing you, if you only went a little way to meet them—just a little way!Marjorie Ellison, bending over a filing cabinet in a small and solitary room, felt the wind, and gave her fluffy dark head ananswering, wistful lift. It was a very exciting, Springy wind, and winds and weathers affected her too much for her owngood. Therefore she gave the ...

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The Project Gutenberg eBook, I've Married
Marjorie, by Margaret Widdemer
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at
no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the
terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
Title: I've Married Marjorie
Author: Margaret Widdemer
Release Date: October 6, 2007 [eBook #22904]
Language: English
***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
EBOOK I'VE MARRIED MARJORIE***
E-text prepared by Al Haines
I'VE MARRIED MARJORIEby
MARGARET WIDDEMER
Author of
"Why Not," "The Wishing Ring Man," "You're Only
Young Once," "The Boardwalk," etc.
A. L. Burt Company
Publishers
New York
Published by arrangement with Harcourt, Brace
and Howe
Copyright, 1920, by
The Crowell Publishing Company
Copyright, 1920, by
Harcourt, Brace and Howe, Inc.I'VE MARRIED MARJORIE
CHAPTER I
The sun shone, that morning, and even from a city
office window the Spring wind could be felt, sweet
and keen and heady, making you feel that you
wanted to be out in it, laughing, facing toward the
exciting, happy things Spring was sure to be
bringing you, if you only went a little way to meet
them—just a little way!
Marjorie Ellison, bending over a filing cabinet in a
small and solitary room, felt the wind, and gave her
fluffy dark head an answering, wistful lift. It was a
very exciting, Springy wind, and winds and
weathers affected her too much for her own good.
Therefore she gave the drawer she was working on
an impatient little push which nearly shook the
Casses down into the Cats—she had been hunting
for a very important letter named Cattell, which had
concealed itself viciously—and went to the window
as if she was being pulled there.
She set both supple little hands on the broad stone
sill, and looked downward into the city street as
you would look into a well. The wind was blowing
sticks and dust around in fairy rings, and a motor
car or so ran up and down, and there were the
usual number of the usual kind of people on the
sidewalks; middle-aged people principally, for mostof the younger inhabitants of New York are caged
in offices at ten in the morning, unless they are
whisking by in the motors. Mostly elderly ladies in
handsome blue dresses, Marjorie noticed. She
liked it, and drew a deep, happy breath of Spring
air. Then suddenly over all the pleasure came a
depressing black shadow. And yet what she had
seen was something which made most people
smile and feel a little happier; a couple of plump,
gay young returned soldiers going down the street
arm in arm, and laughing uproariously at nothing at
all for the sheer pleasure of being at home. She
turned away from the window feeling as if some
one had taken a piece of happiness away from her,
and snatched the nearest paper to read it, and
take the taste of what she had seen out of her
mouth. It was a last night's paper with the back
page full of "symposium." She read a couple of the
letters, and dropped the paper and went back
desperately to her filing cabinet.
"Cattell—Cattell——" she whispered to herself very
fast, riffling over the leaves desperately. Then she
reverted to the symposium and the soldiers. "Oh,
dear, everybody on that page was writing letters to
know why they didn't get married," she said. "I wish
somebody would write letters telling why they did,
or explain to those poor girls that say nobody
wants to marry a refined girl that they'd better
leave it alone!"
After that she hunted for the Cattell letter till she
found it. Then she took it to her superior, in the
next room. Then she returned to her work androlled the paper up into a very small ball and
dropped it into the big wastebasket, and pushed it
down with a small, neat oxford-tied foot. Then she
went to the window again restlessly, looked out
with caution, as if there might be more soldiers
crossing the street, and they might spring at her.
But there were none; only a fat, elderly gentleman
gesticulating for a taxi and looking so exactly like a
Saturday Evening Post cover that he almost
cheered her. Marjorie had a habit of picking up
very small, amusing things and being amused by
them. And then into the office bounced the one girl
she hadn't seen that day.
"Oh, Mrs. Ellison, congratulations! I just got down,
or I'd have been here before!" she gasped, kissing
Marjorie hard three times. Then she stood back
and surveyed Marjorie tenderly until she wanted to
pick the wad of paper out of the basket and throw
it at her. "Coming back to you!" she said softly.
"Oh, you must be thrilled!" She put her head on
one side—she wore her hair in a shock of bobbed
curls which Marjorie loathed anyway, and they
flopped when she wished to be emphatic—and
surveyed Marjorie with prolonged, tender interest.
"Any time now!" she breathed.
"Yes," said Marjorie desperately. "The ship will be
in some time next week. Yes, I'm thrilled. It's—it's
wonderful. Thank you, Miss Kaplan, I knew you
would be sympathetic."
One hand was clenching and unclenching itself
where Miss Kaplan, fortunately a young personwhose own side of emotions occupied her
exclusively, could not see it.
Miss Kaplan kissed her, quite uninvited, again, said
"Dear little war-bride!" and—just in time, Marjorie
always swore, to save herself from death, fled out.
It is all very well to be a war-bride when there's a
war, but the war was over.
"And I'm married," Marjorie said when the door had
swung to behind Miss
Kaplan, "for life!"
She was twenty-one. She was little and slender,
with a wistful, very sweet face like a miniature; big
dark-blue eyes, a small mouth that tipped down a
little at the indented corners, and a transparently
rose and white skin. She looked a great deal
younger even than she was, and her being Mrs.
Ellison had amused every one, including herself,
for the last year she had used the name. As she
sat down at her desk again, and looked helplessly
at the keen, dark young face surmounted by an
officer's cap, that for very shame's sake she had
not taken away from her desk, she looked like a
frightened little girl. And she was frightened.
It had been very thrilling, if scary, to be married to
Francis Ellison, when he wasn't around. The letters
—the dear letters!—and the watching for mails,
and being frightened when there were battles, and
wearing the new wedding-ring, had made her
perfectly certain that when Francis came back she
would be very glad, and live happily ever after. Andwould be very glad, and live happily ever after. And
now that he was coming she was just plain
frightened, suffocatingly, abjectly scared to death.
"I mustn't be!" she told herself, trying to give
herself orders to feel differently. "I must be very
glad!" But it was impossible to do anything with
herself. She continued to feel as if her execution
was next week, instead of her reunion with a
husband who wrote that he was looking forward to
——
"If he didn't describe kissing me," shivered poor
little Marjorie to herself, "so accurately!"
She had met Francis just about a month before
they were married. He had come to see her with
her cousin, who was in the same company at
Plattsburg. Her cousin was engaged to a dear
friend of hers, and it had made it very nice for all
four of them, because Billy and Lucille weren't war-
fiancés by any means. They had been engaged for
a couple of years, in a more or less silent fashion,
and the war had given them a chance to marry.
One doesn't think so much about ways and means
when the man is going to war and can send you an
allotment.
Francis, dark, quick, decided, with a careless
gaiety that was like that of a boy let out from
school, had been a delightful person to pair off
with. And then the other two had been so wrapped
up in the wonderful chance to get married which
opened out before them, that marriage—a
beautiful, golden, romantic thing—had been in theair. One felt out of it if one didn't marry. Everybody
else was marrying in shoals. And Francis had been
crazy over little Marjorie from the moment he saw
her—over her old-fashioned, whimsical ways, her
small defiances that covered up a good deal of
shyness, over the littleness and grace that made
him want to pick her up and pet her and protect
her, he said . . . Marjorie could remember, even
yet, with pleasure, the lovely things he had said to
her in that tense way he had on the rare occasions
when he wasn't laughing. She had fought off
marrying him till the very last minute. And then the
very day before the regiment sailed she had given
in, and the other two—married two weeks by then
—had whisked her excitedly through it. And then
they'd recalled him—just two hours after they were
married, while Marjorie was sitting in the suite at

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