POOR, DEAR MARGARET KIRBY
"You and I have been married nearly seven years," Margaret Kirby
reflected bitterly, "and I suppose we are as near hating each other
as two civilized people ever were!"
She did not say it aloud. The Kirbys had long ago given up any
discussion of their attitude to each other. But as the thought came
into her mind she eyed her husband--lounging moodily in her motor-
car, as they swept home through the winter twilight--with hopeless,
What was the matter, she wondered, with John and Margaret Kirby--
young, handsome, rich, and popular? What had been wrong with their
marriage, that brilliantly heralded and widely advertised event?
Whose fault was it that they two could not seem to understand each
other, could not seem to live out their lives together in honorable