TJHE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
After the theater last night we
went over to a very fashionable cafe,
where women and men both go for
something to drink, but where no
food is sold.
I had never been to the place,
which is one of the rooms in a hotel,
and I confess I was a little curious
The corridors, were brilliantly
lighted and were lined with gor
geously dressed women and, walking
up and down, were men. who apprais
ed the women with flirtatious eyes.
There was the blare of ragtime mu
sic, punctuated here and there by
loud laughter, in both masculine and
The great room, which was apart
from the restaurant proper, was full.
Groups of men and women were sit
ting about tables, and at other small
er tables could be;seen just a couple.
All seemed much interested in each
other, and every person in-the room
had a glass of something .to drink be
fore him or her.
Dick took mfe to a table for two
and I gazed about on the handsome
ly gowned women with surprise, for
so many of them seemed only girls
of sixteen or seventeen. I wondered
if those girls'1 mothers, knew where
they were and what they were doing.
"Who are you bowing and smiling
at, Dick?" I asked as I saw him sa
lute someone behind me with the
Dick.frowned and said: "It's Kitty
Malram, Margie, and I have( been
waiting to tell you for a long time
that you had better 'cut her out.' "
"What do you mean by 'cutting
her out?' " I asked.
"Well, I don't want you to be seen
going around with her."
Now, the truth of the matter is
that Kitty and I have never been inti
mate, but for all that I did not relish
being told pre-emptorily to "cut her
out," and so I said: "Why do you
say that, Dick?"
"Well," he answered, still frown
ing, "she is getting herself talked
about a good deal. She is seen a
good deal at the theater and the
'classy' restaurants, beautifully
gowned, with Bill Tenney. Bill is a
good fellow, all right, and I guess he
is married to an impossible woman.
They are not living together, but she
won't divorce him neither will she
give him any reason by which he can
get a divorce. He seems to be 'gone'
on Kitty, and she has reached that
point where she, has thrown the
speech of people to the winds."
"That probably explains why Kitty
called me up this morning and asked
me to sit in her box at the Grand
Opera on Wednesdays during the
season. I thought it was queer that
she had money enough to have an
opera box for all the Grand Opera
"She's got her nerve!" exclaimed
Dick- "Of course, she would like to
have you add respectability to her
"Do you think she has passed the
bounds of respectability and is she
playing a game?" I asked.
"I don't know and I don't care,"
answered Dick roughly. "I only know
she has been making herself very
conspicuous, and I'm not going to,
have you brought into the mess."
While I was not sure that I would
not do just as Dick had commanded,
I resented the idea that I could not
judge for myself, and I mentally de
cided that I would wait until I knew
more about poor Kitty and her af
fairs before I cut her off my list of
acquaintances. Consequently I walk
ed past her table and spoke a few
words to her as we went out. Dick
was furious and hardly spoke to me
all the way home.
Kitty said she was coming over
very soon and then I am going to
ask her frankly about herself. t
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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