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as much rights as a horse. It was
rough on Cuthbert. but he had to be
disappointed. Rather that, than a
life of vain regret for a girlish error.
So I moralized, crouched in the
dark, hot, dusty feed-hin, my scald
ing tears making a wet mush of the
Some commotion I heard. They
looked 'in the barn but didn't find
.me. After, a long time after every-
thlng had quieted down my pa came
out to feed the horses.
"Come out," says pa. "He's gone.
I know I'm a. fool, and I've almost
broken a heart.
But pooh-pooh for my critics.
One thing they can't say. They
can't say I'm a bold, brazen thing!
, (THE END)
the; confessions of a wife
THE QUESTION OF MOLLIE
"What do you think of that?" ask
ed Dick, as Mollie's would-be dinner
escort ran down the steps.
"I am not going to think," I an
swered, "until Mollie explains it to
"Well, she'll have to do some pret
ty tall explaining to make it all right
with me, and she'll have to do it
mighty quick. The idea of her mak
ing an engagement with Will Hatter
sly and then expect to come home to
an empty house and let herself in
with a latch key." Dick fairly Bnorted
as he said this. He was so surprised
"Now, Dick.'T expostulated, "if
you begin iii that tone with Mollie
she won't tell you anything. Let's
not say one word to her' when she
comes down, take her to dinner with
us and give her a good time. Then
tomorrow morning after ypu have
gone to the office I am sure she will
tell me all about it."
"She lied atoout telephoning you,"
"I am not so sure, because I was
out all the afternopn."
"You did not tell me you were go
ing," he said, suspiciously. Poor
chap! 1 coiii'd see he felt that, with
both his sister and his wife keeping
things from him, his little domestic
hearth was crumbling.
"I did not tel you I was going out,
dear, because I did not want to trou
ble you. I visited the cemetery it
was the anniversary of my mother's
Instantly Dick put his arm about
"Dear Margie, why didn't you tell
me? I've been cross with you all day
and you have been carrying sad
memories. Perhaps you would rather
go home now."
"No, dear, and after all, everything
has happened for the best, for if we
had gotten your people by telephone
we would not have found out this
mischievous inclination of Mollie's."
"She'll have to get over these land
of inclinations." said Dick, brought
back to the present predicament by
my mention of. Mollie.
"I can't understand what mother
is thinking of to leave Mollie here
without first being absolutely sure
she was in our care."
I wanted to. tell Dick that I had
encountered many mothers just like
this women who bslieved THEIR
DAUGHTERS COULD DO NO
WRONQ, simply because they were
THEIR daughters. Consequently
they let them take care of them
selves, tell them nothing of the pit
falls of life, the temptations of love
or the ugly episodes which masquer
ade under the name of Good.
If I had come to Dick's mother with
the tale that her daughter was go
ing out to dinner with a man un
known to the family, except by a
somewhat unsavory reputation, and
that dinner over she was planning