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After a desperate fight, the fisher rips
the shark open with his knife.
The garden, occupying the 7th av.
frontage, consists of a dancing floor,
surrounded by boxwood balcony, on
which refreshments "may be had. A
great arched lattice forms the ceil
ing, covered with thousands of pink
roses, which give the establishment
Flowers concealing frosted lamps
furnish the illumination, and the hue
Is changed by the use of an electric
switchboard ranging from rose color
to a deep amber hue, a sunset tint, a
soft twilight, and at times the ra
diance of a clear moonlight, with
myriads of fireflies flickering among
the rose vines, and a full moon rising
behind the foliage.
In both theater and rose garden
the roof may be rolled back in fine
weather, leaving the merry-makers
-under the open sky.
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
NEW VERSION OF MAY AND DECEMBER. CONFESSION 199
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Lying here helpless day after day
makes one very appreciative of good
health and the ability to use all one's
Dick telephoned me yesterday
while Mollie was here that if I did not
care he would not be home to dinner.
Of course I told him that he must do
so as I knew he deserved to get out
of the way of thinking of all the
dreadful things the family had passed
I would not let Mollie tell him that
she could not stay with me all night,
but told her to tell him not to worry
and to have a good time. He told me
he was going to dine .at the club with
Jim Edie and afterward they were
going to stay to the smoker.
Mollie, bless her heart, after the
doctor came and dressed my foot,
gave me a bath and arranged me for
the night as deftly as a trained nurse,
and then she seated herself beside me
"for a long, long talkfest."
"Margie," she began, "don't you
hate to have old men kiss and paw
you over and give as an excuse for
the taking of such 'liberties,' 'I am
old enough to be your father, my
"Who has been doing this to you,
Mollie?" I asked, instead of answer
ing her question.
"Well, you know mother's dear
friend Mrs. Autisdel and her husband
come over to our house very often
and Mr. Autisdel just makes me sick
with his flattering attentions.
"He puts his arm about me when
we walk out to dinner. He holds my
hand while he tells me long-winded
stories. He kisses me when he comes
in and when he goes out.
"Now, Margie, will you please tell
me what right a man of his age has
to think that such attentions are
pleasant to me?"
"He don't think of you, my dear,
he only thinks these attentions are
pleasant to him."
"I wonder what Dad and Mother
would think if when Jack was home
Mrs. Autisdel would fondle him in this
way? They would consider her a per
fectly shameless and ridiculous old
woman and yet they look on compla
cently while that foolish old grand
father kisses me good-night and calls
"Do you know, Margie, I think it
is very selfish and horrid in an old
man to foist' caresses upon a young
girl who has been taught that it was
yery reprehensible to accept from a
"His wife sits there and I am sure
she isn't happy to see him make such'
a silly fool of himself, but she says
nothing and even Dad says to me:
'Mollie, Autisdel loves you as though
you were his own daughter.'
"If Dad stopped to think of him he
would realize that he never loved his