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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK SHOWS JEALOUSY
As we settled back in our chairs
after dinner, Dick with, his cigar, and
I with my coffee, I whispered: "Aren't
we having a good time?"
"You're such a kid, Margie, you
get good times out of such little
.things," said Dick fondly, but he is
just as easily pleased, and the mere
fact of our being together in this
diningroom. filled , with strangers
made us both happy.
You see, little book, we haven't
quite gotten over ourhoneymoon yet,
even if it has suffered an .eclipse or
"Now let's not mention family
troubles tonight," said ' Dick. "Of
course, I've got to' say as -a; prelimin
ary that, Margie, you're a brick yes,
sir, a brick warranted to stand fire
and outlast a dozen of the- ordinary
When I looked a little puzzled he
said: "That means,. little girl, that
you have never disappointed one of
my expectations. I know I've got a
wife altogether too good for me."
"Well, we'll let it go at that, dear,"
I said. "If you are determined to
canonize me I suppose I'll have to
be made over right away into a saint.
But I don't want you to do it -J am
much happier as I am, and, first of
all, I want to tell you that I am no
model on which to place- a halo and,
besides, dearest, I'd ten times rather
be loved as a woman than worshiped
and adored as a saint.
"Sometimes, Dick," I said, "I think
that where so many men make griev
ous mistakes is in putting their wives
on pedestals. No man ever falls in
love with'a saint.
"A man, my dear, falls in love with
a pretty face, a wel-turned ankle, a
slim round waist, a kissable moutfr or
a coy glancing eye. He wants some
one of these and, like the baby in the
bath tub, he is not happy until he gets
it Then straight way he finds that
a face, an ankle, a waist, a mouth and
roguish eyes were, not what he really
wanted in a wife, so he straightway
tries to make them, over into some
thing elsq, quite as impossible a
"You know as well as I do that a
man cannot worship all the time. So
after he has put his wife up there on
the pedestal and she has gotten used
to really thinking she is:
" 'A creature much too fair and good
For human nature's daily food,'
"he becomes very tired of always oc
cupying the lowly place given to the
adoring devotee afld seeks some
other woman who is clever enough to
bow down to him occasibnally." i
"How did you know all that,
Madge?" asked Dick.
"Well, I'll tell you a dead secret,
my dear. Like all women who have
had, to earn their living, I have, had
many married meit try to make love
or flirt with me, and almost unani
mously their excuse was: "My wife
is one of the finest women in the
world. She is a -saint, but she does
not understand me. She is cold and
aloof. She has not a sympathetic
nature. . Now you "
"Madge, do you mean to tell me
that some cad' has said 'those things
to you?" asked Dick in horrified ac
cents. "Not only to me, but to every other
woman, has been said these things,
Dick, provided she is ' good looking
and her work takes her into places of
business and where men congre
gate," I answered. .
Dick ignored "the other women"
and hissed: "What's his name? I'll
punch his head."
I never knew, before that Dick had
a jealous disposition.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
"Willie; can you name a big city
irr Alaska?" "No'am." "Correct."
N. Y. -World.'