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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 20, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 14',
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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
LOVE AND FOUR WALLS MAKE HOME
Dick's roses which lie sent me this
afternoon were the only thing which
made my little rooms perfect.
When I heard my husband come
along the hall from the elevator my
heart beat just as though we were
not almost old married folks, and as
I opened the door I felt my cheeks
grow hot with a blush of welcome.
"Well, well, Mrs. Waverly!" said
Dick, teasingly, "that's the first time
I have seen a blush upon your lovely
face since we were married."
Then, with mock solemnity, he
said: "Aren't.you going to invite me
into your parior, Mrs. Spider?" (Dick
is always calling me queer names.)
I'll bet as soohvas I get in you will
not tell me that the rooms are not
quite furnished yet and that you must
have more money to-make them pre
sentable." "That's where.you are mistaken in
your foolish buzzing, popr little Mr.
Ply," I: returned: JThey are entirely
done as pretty as I can make them
and I have money left!"
"That is more than I have," said
Dick, almost to Tiim'self- "I forgot to
turn in my expense account this
Then he stepped 'through the door
and I watched his face. He was de
lighted. "My! Margie,. I didvnot know any
one could make a ' room look so
cozy." And. then he caught a view
of the inscription -over- -the -fireplace
and just grabbed 'me to him and said:
"It is 'a little place called .Paradise.'
You've named it right, dear girl, and
I want to say right now that any man
who has had a woman like you love
him -does not need' to have heaven
described to him."
"I am so glad you like it, dearest,"
I said, as I nestled up closer to him,
"and your flowers gave the finishing
"Don't you-think for once," I ask
ed, that we could afford to have our
dinner served up here?" ,
"That's a bully idea," . shouted
Dick. "Let's have a great 4)ig beef
stealc." I laughed and he asked quickly:
"What's the matter now?"
"Did it ever occur to you, Dick,
dear, that you always ordered beef
steak?" "Don't you like it?" was Dick's
somewhat surprised question.
"Yes, dearest, but I don't think I
like it so well that I could live on it.1"
"Well, what will we have?" said
Dick, in a puzzled voice.
"Anything, dear," I answered. "
"Do you like roast beef?" he again
asked, and I had to laugh again at
the idea of a man asking his wife
such a question after they had been
married as long as we had. Fortu
nately, I like almost everything Jto
eat and haye always acquiesced ia
anything that Dick has ordered.
"I guess I am a thoughtless, selfish'
devil, Margie," he said, "but most
men are thoughtless. You must or
der the dinner tonight."
,And so I duplicated that order
which we had at our "real" wedding
supper and it was beefsteak.
Just like every other woman 1
would have eaten sawdust and be
filled if I knew Dick was fond of it,
provided he asked me to order the
dinner and showed signs of deferring
to my taste.
While we were waiting for the
waiter to bring up the dinner Dick
made a critical tour of observation
all about the room.
"Gee," he said, "I didn't know
those funny Jap prints and these oth
er ugly little things, that you seem
to set so much store by, would look
so well if you knew how to 'hook
'em up' with other things.
"And everything is so comfort
able," he observed with, surprise
"You haven't gotten any chairs that?