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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WHAT ARE THE RIGHTS OF MEN
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
I was f earf uily-exqited ,when I ar
rived at my hotel after I had made the
visit with Eliene to the twins she had
I was very glad that Aunt .Mary had
left a note in my box saying that she
was going to stay down-town to din
ner with a friend of hers who was
passing through the town.
Aunt Mary is a very shrewd woman
and she would have readily seen that
something was the matterwith me.
Just as I was making up my mind
what to tell Dick about the affair of
Eliene and Harry's twin babies, I got'
a telephone from Dick. He said: "Is
that you, Margie?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Well, dear, I won't be home to
dinner tonight. Harry Synione has
gotten into a devil of a scrape and
we are trying to keep it out of the
"Yes, I know about it," I inter
rupted. "No, this is nothing you can know
"Well, I do just the same."
"Who told you?"
"Yes, we were out at the house this
afternoon and saw Harry Symone's
children, and you tell him that I saw
his wife with those babies held close
to her breast looking down at the
cold, dead face of the woman who
had died in giving them birth."
"My God! Madge! You don''t mean
to tell me that you and Eliene were
out there. If the papers get hold of
this we might as well give up."
"I guess you might as well give up
anyway, and if it were not for Eliene
and the respectable family of that
poor girl, I would be glad to have it
in, the papers but I won't talk about
it over the 'phone; come home as
soon as you can," ,
"Is Eliene with you?"
"No, she is at her own home."
"All right, dear, I'll come as soon
as I can."
I could see by what Dick said that
neither Dick nor Harry really under
stood the crime that Harry had com
mitted against his wife, the girl, his
children and society. The whole en
ergy of both -was directed to keeping
the eposode out of the papers.
Isn't it a queer old world, little
book? Here is all this trouble and
grief made for Eliene just because
after marrying Harry she tried to
make herself over from what she was
before he married her and from
something he fell in love with into
something that he thought a wife'
should be not his wife, but a wife.
Since I have been married to Dick
I have learned that a man regards his
wife in a peculiar sort of manner. He
seems to have an idea that no one
woman can be everything to a man.
I presume this is a mind bias heritage
from the old polygamous days.
Addison remarks: "When a man
becomes familiar with his goddess
she quickly sinks into a woman."
Then Mr. Husband goes seeking
another goddess. If by some peculiar
alchemy he could be made to under
stand that his own wife will give just
as much joy and happiness if she be
sweetly wooed as the wife of any oth
er man, it would add much to the joy
I hate to look into the future, little
book, for I have already come to
know that there must be a real sense
of companionship, common tastes, a
likeness of mental attributes if one
wishes a successful married life. Dick
and I are very much in accord now,
but he is living daily in a very differ
ent environment than I. Will this
make us drift apart?
Even if it does, has he or any man
the right to go to some other woman
who in turns satisfies only one side,
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