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"Then we'll rebuild. Come, old
woman, cheer up, we'll rebuild, and,
say, paint it white and green, if you
Betty's face was" puckering, the
corner of her apron at one eye.
"No, Jared," she said contritely,
"we won't rebuild. It was a foolish,
extravagant notion anyhow. I never
knew how I loved the old home till
you was gone, and ."
Jared came up to her and put his
arm around her;
"You're going to do just what yoa
want to, you poor, dear old sweet
heart!" he pledged.
"Then we'll fix up the old home
stead and stay where we're happy,"
said Betty. "We'll fix up the old wing
and put on a new coat of paint ."
"White and green sure, Betty!"
"No," declared Betty, again in
happy tears "punkin yaller. They
are the colors I love, just like I love
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
I HAVE MY DOUBTS
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Dick has acted rather grouchy
ever since we'had our talk about him
drinking too much, but I am not sure
whether it is because he is worried
over Jack, who is also sulking be
cause he has had to pay for skylark
ing with his position as partner in
dad's store and begin working at seventy-five
a month as a clerk where he
hoped to be one of the proprietors.
I have noticed another thing, and
that is that Dick still kisses me good
by in the morning, but he seldom
kisses me when he comes home at
It's pretty hard when the wife of
a little over a year must believe that
her husband would rather give up her
kisses than his.before dinner cocktail.
Shall I keep worrying and scolding
him about it or is it the best thing to
just try and keep my own peace of
I have always thought a lot of my
own dignity and felt that my opinions
were worthy of tolerance, but I have
come to think that domestic harmony
is worth any sacrifice.
"You have to humor a man and
dodge his moods. You have to flatter
him, and, above all, you have to make
him think you are a clinging vine
while all the while you are as stanch
as the oak he fancies himself to be,
if you would keep harmony in the
home and peace of mind," said Mrs.
Selwin to me the other day.
"Are any of them worth all that
trouble?" I asked cynically.
"Certainly, my dear Margie. Man
with all his faults js the only thing
which makes life worth living for a
woman, just the same as woman
with all her follies-is the one thing
which makes the old earth livable to
"The whole trouble, Margie, my
dear, in this marriage game is that
so many of us don't play it straight.
We not only cheat our partners, but
we try to cheat ourselves."
Dear Mrs. Selwin! If I could only
wrap up her philosophy with Aunt
Mary's sympathy and charity for all
men, in my brain and heart, I'd not
only be a model wife, but Dick would
be the happiest man on earth.
I wonder if Eleanor Pairlow ever
found faulty with Dick?
She is coming to tea next week
and I am going to try and get her to
say something on the subject.
There, little book, I. have told you
things I would not tell to a person on
earth. But this morning I just have
to have some, one or something to tell
that I feel as though being a sweet
heart is better than being a. wife and
courtship brings greater happiness
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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