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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
A TALK-FEST WITH DICK .
I was rather glad when Dick's fath
er, mother and Mollie left for home.
It seemed to me that he and I had
been in a turmoil of some kind ever
since we got into our new rooms. Be
sides, I thought Dick looked rather
When he,, came in last night after
dinner and sunk into his easy chair
I hurried to get his slippers and the
old alpaca coat he loves to wear at
night when we are alone.
He gave a sigh of relief as I helped
Jiim on with his coat and said: "I tell
you, Margie, it seems good to be
alone, just you and me, dear."
"I hope no one will come in," I re
marked as I saw how tired and wor
ried he looked.
"Is there anything on your mind,
Dick?" I asked.
He looked at me a moment with
out speaking and then said: "Yes,
Margie; I have come to a place in my
business life where I must make a
decision quickly, and it is bothering
me more than a little."
I did not dare say, "Tell me what
it is," for I had already found out
that Dick hated to be questioned
about business, but I sat very still
and waited, hoping he would tell me.
"You know I mentioned that big
school-book deal in after I
came home?" he said after a few
"Yes, dear," I answered.
"Well, it looks as though there was
a lot of graft for some one in the
deal. It has been intimated to me
that if our firm wanted to sell those
books we must turn out and place
some greenbacks where they are
"I know Selwin expects me to get
that contract. I thought I was going
to get it. I am sure that Morton, our
treasurer, would wink at the expense,
alhough I don't think Selwin would
stand for absolute, bribing if he knew
it The other fellows' have no such
compunctions and I am afraid they
will get the trade away from me."
I can't tell, how it hurt me to think
that Dick even contemplated such a
thing as a crooked business prac
tice, but somehow I felt that it would
do no good to appeal to him on the
moral side of the matter. He seemed
to think that busjness ethics and
moral ethics were totally different.
For the first time in my life I rea
lized just what a "cut-throat" game
this thing men call business is. It
seems as though the modern motto
is, "Get there, no matter how, but
get there." I felt I must keep Dick
from doing this thing, but how?
"Of course, you know such things
are wrong," I said. ,
'"Everybody in business does
them," answered Dick, scowling.
"But that don't make it right," I
"No, I suppose not," said Dick
slowly, "but I am afraid I'd take a
chance, Madge, if I were not afraid
of a put-up job somewhere. You can
never trust a man who will take a
"Can you trust one who will give
one?" I asked trembling.
"By jove," shouted' Dick, "I don't
believe you can and I'm not going to
do it if I lose the contract."
And then I did such a foolish thing.
I cuddled up in Dick's lap and burst
"Dd it mean so much to you,
sweetheart?" he said, with his hps
close to my ear.
"Yes, dear, for I would rather you
were trustworthy than successful."
"I wonder if Selwin will have the
same opinion?" said Dick.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
"There's a mountain in Switzer
land five miles thick, but you can see
through it." "Go on." "Sure you
can. They've got a tunnel in it."