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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 12, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK STAYS OUT ALL NIGHT
Chapter LXXVI
Diclt has been moody and irritable
ever since he lost a big contract be
cause he had taken my advice . and
did not bribe somerof the officials.
Once in a while I have caught him
glancing at me with a kind of look in
his eyes as though he wished he had
not.
Perhaps, little diary, I am mistaken
about Dick, but, oh, I do wish he had
a greater sense of honor than he has.
He laughs at things which are hor
rible to me and I really believe that
he imagines that no. business man
can be successful without getting the
better of the other man.
He seems to think that, now we
are married, I will have to keep up all
the religion, all the social and busi
ness morality for the family. His
creed is that man must supply the
will and women the conscience of the
family. .
Last night, about dinner time, he
telephoned to me that he would not
be home to dinner and that it would
probably be ten or eleven o'clock he
fore he got home.
I went down to dinner and then
came upstairs, got into a loose gown
and started to read "Together." 1
grew so interested in it that I did
not realize how late it was until the
clock struck one.
It was like a knell.
My heart began to beat like a trip
hammer and before my eyes unfolded
the picture of Dick's inert body lying
crumpled up in some dark doorway
or alley where it had been thrown by
the men who had tried to rob him.
Fifty times within the next hour I
said to myself: "I won't be so fool
ish. I'll go and undress and go to
bed." And just as many times I went
to the window and looked down to the
street and then seated myself to wait
a little longer.
Surely if he were going to stay out
as long as this he would have tele
phoned was the thought that was al
ways surging through my head.
I even had impulses to call up his
father or the police and went to the
telephone to do it when Good Sense
called me a fool and I sat down
again.
How the minutes dragged. Every
time the elevator came up I held my
breath while waiting for it to stop on
our floor. And only at last when the
sky began to get a faint tinge of day
break the click of the elevator door
to(d me that it had stopped at last.
The step did not sound like Dick's,
but when I heard a key fumbling in
the lock I sprang to the door and
opened it.
Dick almost fell on me as he said:
"Why, Margie, what are you doing up
so late?"
"The same to you, Dick, and more
of it," I answered.
'"What's that?" he asked in maud
ling tones, and then I noticed he had
been drinking. He was hardly able
to stand. He came in very solemnly
and. said: "Go to bed, Madge; it's
too late for little girls to be up."
Then he knocked over one of my
lacquer tables and tried to steady
himself by a chair and finally fell on
the sofa and was immediately asleep.
The relief of finding him alive was
buried in the indignation at his get
ting in such a condition while I was
in agony at the thought of something
awful happening to him.
"I'll just let him stay there," I said
to myself.
Certainly he did not look pretty
with his mouth open and his clothes
and hair all rumpled. What would he
have done had he found me in such
a condition some evening when he
came home to dinner?
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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Anna Did Jack steal a kiss? Bella
Yes; and I was the only witness to
the theft Judge.

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