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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE DICK IS HOME Chapter Lll. An impatient knock at my door this morning andDick's voice calling "Margie ! Margie I'woke me out of a sound sleep. I ran to the door and was gathered into his arms. Once again I had all the thrill that came to me when Dick first told me he loved me and I know that he, too, had not gotten beyond the stage of romance. Dick, however, was very nervous and he wanted me to hurry and dress so that he could get down to the of fice. He was full of a business scheme to circumvent another schoolbook publishing house which was trying to get its books in a western school where Dick's company had always been solidly intrenched. He walked up and down the floor impatiently while I combed my hair, and at last while I was putting the finishing touches to my toilet he said: "Say, Madge, I'll go down and order breakfast," and rushed out, although I called that I would not be a minute more. I got to the diningroom as quickly as he did and acquiesced' in the order of baked apple, buckwheat cakes and sausage. "Have you seen mother?" asked Dick and before I could answer he said: "We had better go over there to dinner tonight." "Oh, Dick, let's, wait until tomor row. I want you to Bee our rooms and I thought we would have them all to ourselves for one evening be fore anyone else came in." "Margie, you are a regular baby," exclaimed Dick. "I had forgotten all about those wonderful rooms. We'll try and give them the proper 'house warming,' but you had better not tell the mater that I've arrived, as she will feel hurt if I don't get over to see her." Dick had been eating a prodigious number of sausages and cakes and now he reached over and gave my hand a little squeeze and said: "Well, so long, Madge. I'll try and be up early tonight." "But," I espostulated, "I thought you would come up and see the rooms before you went to the office." "Bother the rooms, they'll keep, won't they?" he said with a frown, and th.en noticing how my face fell he continued in a gentle manner: "I would not have time to really appre ciate them this morning. Wait until tonight, dear, and we'll have a reg ular party just you and I." I wonder if I am wrong in my esti mate of life's values? Just now it seems to me that Dick should be more interested in our rooms than his business. By this I mean, his busi ness could wait an hour or two while he spent that time with me. - I don't want to be a clog in the wheels of Dick's business success, neither do I want Dick's business to always come first. I am quite sure if I were not mar ried to Dick he would not have rush ed off as impatiently. Maybe it is because business is al ways a pursuit and a wife and home is something accomplished is the rea son why the one holds a man's inter est ofttimes to the exclusion of the other. I am beginning to think that wives would be happier if they, too, had something outside of husband and home to busy themselves about. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) o o "Gentlemen," shouted the speaker, "a man is known by his works." He paused, impressively, but a heckler took advantage of the pause to yell: "Then yours must be a gas works." English capitalists have organized a $3.25,000,000 combne to manufac ture soap for the Chinese. For them selves or for the laundry they wash?