THE CONFESSIONS OI? A WIFE
THERE IS ALWAYS A THIRD TO BE CONSIDERED CONFESSION 186
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
I left the wedding party about the
same time that Kitty and her husband
did, and I found I could get a train
that evening for the place where
Eliene had established a summer
As I bade Mr. Sanders good-by, it
seemed to me that he held my hand
an instant longer than was necessary.
"I hope we shall meet again, Mrs.
Waverly," he said.
"Oh, you will surely do that," broke"
in Kitty, "as I am going to have Mar
gie with me as much as I can. I want
to get her interested in settlement
"My husband, Kitty, insists that'T
snail stay with him most of the time,"
I expostulated. "I can't be farmed out
among my friends."
I declined Mr. Sanders' offer to take
me to the statiqn, and I boarded the
train with the resolve never again to
speak to a man while traveling.
I need not haveanade such a fuss
about it myself, for certainly I did
nothing that could be construed into
the slightest neglect of Dick in
thought, word or deed. I only had a
rattling good time at my friend's wed
ding, and because that good time
happened- to come to me -when my
husband was not present I can't help
feeling that in my case it was all
right to talk for hours "with, a strange
man. (I wonder if I am lying to
Mr. Sanders, must have known all
the time that I was Mrs. Waverly,
because Kitty has a number of pic
tures of me.
He never batted an eye when we
were introduced; but at the bride's
table Kitty made matters rather un
comfortable by saying:
"One of the reasons'I asked Margie
to be my matron of honor was be
cause she is the most puritanical .of
all my friends, and, as I' was becom
ing the wife of a minister and settle
ment worker, I thought I had better
introduce his frienda to not only the
best but the most conventional girl of
"In just what set did you go in your
home town, Kitty?" asked Mr. San
"Does that mean that you do not
think I am conventional?" I asked,
under cover of the general laugh at
"Well it depends on what your
standards of convention are. Surely
they are not those of the woman who
.sat in front of you in the car. I no
ticed that she wore a wedding ring
of uncompromising color and
"I don't consider that convention
al," I answered.
"I th'ink she was snobbish one of
those uncomfortable Tiolier-than-thou'
people," said Mr. Sanders, with
"Maybe she was," I answered; "but
she certainly was not 'pure in heart,'
for all things -were not 'pure' to her."
"What are you talking about over
there?" asked Kitty. "You both are
looking as though it were mighty in
"We were just discussing the mod
ern and ancient definitions of 'the
pure in heart,' " answered Mr. San
ders. Some way, ever since I saw. that
man, something has happened that
has set him apart from all the rest of
men I have-ever met; and right there
he established 'a secret between us,
and in the most conventional way.
He has no physical attraction for me
at all, but he keeps my wits working
every minute. He understands me
the me that makes for intellectual'
and spiritual life better than any
person I have ever met.
I realized this in an instant as
Kitty spoke to me, and it shocked me
a little to "know that here was a
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