THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
CAN ANY WOMAN BE BOUGHT?
"Stop a minute," said Dick, as we
got off the car. "I -want to go in
"Here" was a florist shop, and
Dick ordered a dozen magnificent
American beauties sent to his mother
and insisted that I should wear a
huge bunch of violets, with a gar
dinia in the center. He wanted me
to have an orchid, but I told him I
would feel as though I looked too
"I'll tell you, Dick," I finally said,
"have the violets sent me and I will
wear them this afternoon."
"All right, Margie," acquiesced
Dick, with a pleased look, and he
whispered, "Wear that 'tinsilly'
dress you wore in New York."
"I don't think my very best even
ing dress would be quite the thing to
wear in the afternoon, Dicky," I said,
with a little laugh at the peculiar
ideas of most men about women's
Dick likes my gold-embroidered
and beaded tan gown the best of any
in my trousseau and, man-like, he
wants me to wear it on all possible
occasions. He seems to think that
my pretty frocks are a part of what
Notwithstanding all the hard work
and continuous talking which the
feminist group is doing, 1 believe
that, down deep in his heart, each
man has a feeling women are very
different from himself that 'they do
not belong to the human family.
I have never yet met a man (and
since I have been married to Dick
the truth comes home to me in a
greater degree) who honestly
thought any woman was his superior
or even his equal.
Woman, in man's mind, is like ev
ery other thing a man wants in this
world: Something to be bought,
stolen or obtained in some other
manner and, after being possessed,
to be loaded with gifts and made
beautiful with gauds, as the mood
These ideas come into my mind,
when Dick bought the flowers for his
mother and me.
He knew that he had hurt hisi
mother's feelings that morning by
speaking so disrespectfully of her
friends and he was sending her roses
because that was'lhe easiest way of
"buying back" her pride and joy in
her only son.
He was decking me-out with violets
and asking me to wear my best frock
merely 'to show the "lot of old
frumps" that he was what' he calls
"a good p'icker."
It was sweet of him to give the "
flowers td "both his mother and me,
but I could see that he bought them
for us as he would buy candy for a
If he had outgrown the old feeling
of "man thinks he is the king of
beastses," as my old colored mammy
used to say, he would not have said
things to his mother for, which he
was sorry; neither would he ques
tion the fact that I must know what
isbest for myself to wear on all oc
casions, and that I would always try
to do hint honor.
I wonder if women are not quite as
much to blame as men for this un
comfortable and insincere condition
I am very happy to have Dick buy
me a bunch of violets, although he
has forgotten all about giving me arf
allowance of fifty dollars a month
since that first time we nearly had a
quarrel about it in New York. I shall
probably put them away and label
them, "My husband's first gift of
flowers after our marriage." His
mother called everybody's attention
to the flowers he sent her this after
noon, with the words: "You see, my
boy does nQt neglest his "mother even
if he has married."
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