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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
- ONLY A "MOLE HILL" AFTER ALL
I need not have worried about the
outcome of our morning - disagree
ment at all. Dick came breezing in
at six o'clock and rushed up to me
and kissed me as though nothing had
"Hard lines, girlie," he said, "to be
married to a man who has his mark
to make in the business world and be
so mqch alone on your wedding trip.
"I found a man downstairs today
who had inside information about
the schools in New York and it was
up to me to get it.
"On the way uptown I stopped and
bought you something, dear "
and, bless his heart, he put in my
hands a beautiful, silver mesh purse,
and inside of it was a fifty?dol!ar bill!
"Oh, Dick!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, dear, I know I have been re
miss," said he, with that dear crooked
smile of his, "but this is my first at
tempt at marriage, you know. I for
got all about the fact that wives have
to have a little money about them.
"Do you think, sweetheart, that if
I give you fifty dollars every month
for your very own to throw to the
birds if you wish that that will be
sufficient for your needs after I have
paid the living expenses "
"It will be more than enough
save something out of It-l'
"You economical creature," ex
claimed Dick, fondly. "Now I'll get
into my glad rags and we'll ,go to a
"All right, dear; I won't be a min
ute," I said over my shoulder as I
rushed into the nextroom.
"But, Madge, you're looking great
in that green frock? Where have
you been all day?" asked. Dick as he
industriously plied the shaving brush
over his face.
'Tve heen sleeping and riding on
the Fifth avenue bus," I answered,
"but I think I'll look better in, my
cream evening dress."
, "If you mean that one. you worje
the first time you went to the theater
with me, I know you will," he said.
I heard Dick singing to himself and
truly my heart, too, was singing. I
could not help thinking what a silly
woman I was to have thought that,
jugt because I was married to Dick,
life was going to keep up its "grand
sweet song" every minute that we
would never have any differences.
If Dick gives me fifty dollars a
'month I would be quite willing to in
vest the six thousand five hundred,
because I have a hundred and fifty
out of the five hundred I put away for
my wedding finery and I won't need
clothes for months.
Some way I think that we do not
teach our girls the right things of life.
From the time they begin to play with
dolls they begin to dream dreams and
the illusions of marriage are as great
as the illusions of Santa Claus. Every
girl is satisfied in her own heart that,
because she loves the man she is go
ing to marry, "her life will be vastly
different from any other.
She knows she will never have any
If I have any daughters and I
hope I will I shall teach them to
glorify life instead of love. 1 shall
Dick," I answered. "I'll Tie able to j teacn tne. that life is a wonderfully
grand thing, of which love is only a
Deautitul incident. I think it will
make it easier for them to live hap
pily with their husbands.
"Most ready, Margie?" called Dick
as I opened the door, and once more
said to myself that he looked like a
There was not the slightest
diminution , of admiration in his
glance as his eyes rested on me.
"You certainly are some girl,
Madge," he said, and I was "some
happy," for I.love hfm slang and all.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)