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THE' CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE MY SOCIAL STOCK GOES UP Chapter CVI. I could see that my social stock had gone up above par when I enter ed the dining room with Eliene Sy mone last night. I could almost hear one woman asking another: "Where do you suppose Dick Waverly's wife became acquainted with the richest and most fashionable woman in town?" Sirs. Merton, who up until now had ignored my existence, sent the waiter girls to the show." very helpless woman whose capabili ties were not as great as her aspira tions, but she is lovable in her very helplessness and I am going to try to make her get out of thinking of herself and do something. Just as Eliene and I got upstairs the telephone rang and Harry's gay voice came over the wire: "Hello, Madge, is Eliene with you?" I answered, "Yes," and he called "Well, I'm coming up to take you over with a note to my table saying if I "was to be at home this evening she would call." Eliene said as I read it: "Don't mind me, Madge, if you wish to make any other engagement." ' "It is just what I don't want to do," I answered as I scribbled on the back of Mrs. Mertonrs note: "Mrs. Waverly has an engagement with Mrs. Symone this evening. Sorry." After I had sent it over I thought I was just as snobbish as Mrs. Merton in bringing Ehene's name in, but I could not help letting her know that I understood she really wanted to meet Mrs. Symone instead of "that school teacher Dick Waverly married." I had told a deliberate lie, however, in the word "sorry," for I was more than glad that I could refuse to see Mrs. Merton, and I knew. also that she would know I had told an un truth. In reality I was very glad that I was able to "get back at her" for the way she had ignored my existence up to the time she wrote the note. She was the only woman in the hotel who had not called on me. I sometimes grow sick as I see this worship of money and of those who have it by many people in this coun try. Evemsl, who rail against it, was delighted to show Eliene to the peo ple in the hotel as my friend, and yet if one should take Eliene's money away from her one would only find a "All right; we'll be ready," was my reply. "Who was it?" asked Eliene. "Your husband, madame, and I told him we'd go to the theater with , him." "Now what do you suppose made , Harry dp that?" questioned' Eliene. , "He has not asked me in months to go to a play except in a party." "Well, my dear, I've a notion he intends to make a party of it, and then you know I'm invited he asked me, too." Eliene looked at me rather curi- ' ously and sighed: "I'd give anything in the world, Madge, if I could' get the fun out of life that you do. Here ' you are with your husband out of town all aquiver at the thought of going with Harry and me to the the ater. I expect to be bored to death." "That's just it, my dear. I am afraid you have let poor Harry see that he has bored you, and there's nnthiner a man resents so much as to have a woman particularly his wife whom he can't get away from show tnat sne is oorea m nis company. "One thing you must learn, my dear, if you wish to be happy, and that is boredom is more deadly than sorrow, as, once allowed to enter your mind, it feeds on everybody and everything about you." (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) (Popyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.) '