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THE-CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
J Chapter XXI.
We arrived in Chicago about two
hours ago, and Pick is now down
stairs talking with, his falher, and so
I am going to write a little in this
diary. Dick often, laughs; at this
book, which I keep under 'lock1 aiid
key, and threatens tp read it., I.WU
him that when we are very, veryld
some time I may read it to him.
I wanted to go to the hotel, but
Dick, said that his mother . would
never forgive us if we did npt gOTjut
to the house until we were settled.
Dick does not seem to Understand
that ''mother's son" dropping wia
the house unceremoniously late at
night and going' up tP his old room to
bed is very different" in "mbthers
mind" from welcoming: a" compara
tively strange Woman who comes in
unexpectedly, even if, she be son's
wife. , l
It seems that Dick's people had ndt
gotten his letter, telling when we
would arrive, and everybody-was -out
except 'his fatherVheu we gob there.
Dick's father is a tiear man, rather
subdued, who seldpm, accompanies
his wife to the? theater or to the
houses of her friendsj C .
He declares he "is too tired after
his day at the office to go galivanting
He seemed glad to see us and told
me to go right up to Dick's old room,
Which was the, wrong thing alto
gether to do, although I just love to
be here and see and finger all of
Dick's boyhood treasures. I had a,
lovely time looking them over, alid
I must get Dick to tell me all about
"the greatest football scrimmage"
and the "swellest junior prom" Of his
college days. "
While I have been writing, his
mother and sister have come in and
I heard his mother say to his father:
"I cannot understand, Richard,
Why you let Margaret gp ur to Dick's
room. It has not been cleaned 'and
fixed up. You should have put her
in the guest roonl If she could not
have waited up until I arrived home."
"But, rnother, Djck and his wife
are not guests" said her husband,
"and what'srthe use of making Mar
garet feel like n" stranger?"
''At this moment Dick seemed to be
afraidof just, what his mother would
ato&Wert,an(i interrupted: "Come on
up, mother alndolly, with me I am
sure Margie is uptyet asleep."
"I think, dear boy' came mother's
voice in 'dulcet tqnes, "that we will
not disturb younvffe until morning."
I could" npt resist whispering to
Dick as he came upstairs: "Does she
always sit pn ypuMIke that, dear?"
and, he answered, rather sheepishly,
"Pfo,' she dpesVti' And he then
ajlded to, himself., "Wonder what's the
matter with the mater?"
It seems qUeer that men will never
understand that few women can take
things simply as theyjeome. I knew
"whatwas the-maTter with mater."
Mrs. Waverijr may never accept me
as one cthefaiffuyTand, tp her, new
1 am -just "a girl whom Dick mar
ried," and until we become better ac
quainted T'TClll ha "strange woman"
who should be kept fromjhe knowl
edge that'ick's room had not been
It would have been much better if
we had gene tp a hotel, and I intend
to do sp the first thing in the mcrn
ing. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
Quite -a little boom In Erie Railroad
stock through reports that the Cana
dian Pacific is getting control, with
view to an entry into New York. The
Canucks may yet show us what real
Proportionately more American
military aviators have been killed
than those of any, other iiation ex
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