— She is one of the hundreds of women who visit Reno, the well-known divorce city in the United States —

"Cured and graduated" — that is a current expression in Reno. My diploma is written on white paper, stamped with the gilded seal of the State of Nevada, and tied with a red silk ribbon.

I faced the judge with composure and boldness, and stood up to his many questions: Why did you come to Reno? How long have you resided at this address of yours? When did you marry? Have you children? Why do you ask for a separation?

And I answered every question calmly. As for the ground for divorce: it was a resolve I meant to carry through, a breach I had worked to close. My husband travels; he comes home; and I have no part in any of

it. His travels stretch into years, with no word from him, and how much pain I have borne, and how many wounds of the heart.

The judge called for the landlady of the house where I am staying, and she swore to him that I had been living with her for four months, during which she had seen me daily; and on that basis he consented to grant me my divorce papers.

The story of my going to Reno seems, even to me, strange, scarcely to be believed. After living in our beautiful home, my children around me, our neighbors and friends about us, and then the social life of the town — for I was among the foremost to take part in it — all of these bound me firmly to go on with my routine life. And yet here I am now, in Reno!...

There was no one particular cause for our divorce; but