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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WE GO ON OUR WEDDING JOURNEY
CHAPTER V.
After we had gotten on the train
on our way to Niagara Falls, which
I had never seen, and shaken the rice
out of our belongings, Dick said:
"Say, Madge, what do you think of
stopping at South Bend? You look
as though you were absolutely fag
ged. We're not going to break the
record for fast traveling. We're just
going somewhere to have a good time
and get away from that mob at
home."
"But our tickets are through to
"Buffalo," I remonstrated.
"That can be easily fixed," said
Dick, as he started to hunt up the
conductor. In a few minutes it was
all arranged and I could not help
thinking how resourceful Dick was. I
would never have questioned 'if my
tickets read to a place, but that I
would have to go there without a
stop.
I began to be dreadfully tired. My
head was sore where that hairpin had
stuck into it. My cheeks were burn
ing. I was distinctly cross.
Suddenly Dick turned around and
looked at me and whispered:
"Thank heaven, I've got you away
from them at last You're really
mine, Madge, and we'll, make this
honeymoon something to remember.
I've got that thousand dollars the
firm gave me and we're going to have
the time of our young lives, even if
we spend it all!"
"But we ought to use that to
furnish our flat, Dick," I said.
"I don't believe you'll want a flat,
Madge, just at first. You see, I'll be
away a lot and you'd be awfully lone
ly in an apartment by yourself."
I was greatly disapppinted, for I
had boarded so long and I wanted a
home of my own, but perhaps Dick is
right. I might be lonely. Anyway,
I'll wait and see.
"Mother and father say they ..will
furnish the apartment for us when
we want one," continued Dick, "and
while I did not have time enough to
look over that junk carefully that was
sent us as wedding presents I am
sure we have almost enough, except
the kitchen stove, to furnish a home
right now."
"Some of the things were so awful
that were given us," T said timidly.
"Your Uncle Dick must have put
an awful lot of money in that flam
boyant dinner set and I would have so
much rather had a plain gold-banded
one."
"I thought it fine myself," said
Dick, complacently. "Uncle gave
$200 for it."
I shuddered, for, as it was marked
with a big monogram, I saw myself
eating off those ugly plates the re
mainder of my life. I couldn't return
or break them all at once.
For the first time it came to me
that, perhaps, Dick did not have the
same taste that I had. I knew he did
not care much for reading what he
called "high-brow stuff," but I had
taken it for granted that he knew
what was right in house-furnishings
and all the other little details which
spell an artistic temperament.
I am peculiarly sensitive to bad
taste and I don't think I can be happy
surrounded by things which swear at
each other or outrage my sense of
their fitness.
"I wish your uncle had given us
the money, dear. I think I could have
purchased a dinner set for an eighth
of that sum that would have pleased
me better."
"Better not say that when mother
is around, Madge, for she picked it
out. I heard her tell father 'it looked
the money.' "
That's just it it looks the money
and nothing else! I guess I'd better
board for a while, for if Dick's mother .
and father intend to furnish our
apartment it is a certainty that his .
