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tHET CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
FORGIVE ME, WRITES DICK. CONFESSION 201
All night long I "waited for Dick,
I tried to excuse his staying away
by saying that he had been confined
moro or le'ss to the hospital with me
for nearly two months, but I could not
see where it was necessary for him
to f.lay away from home all night.
I was lonely, unhappy and in great
pain, and yet all last night as T lay
en that, bed of physical and mental
agony I was trying to think of what
I should say to Dick, when he came.
"It is not fair that he should leave
me like this," I told myself. "I don't
care if he is blue and discouraged
and wants to get away atnd forget."
I kept getting more and more nerv
ous and at last the pain was so great
I had to call up the doctor and ask
him to come over and give me some
thing that would ease the pain in
mind and body.
Dear old Dr. Atwater seldom goes
out at night, but he answered my
telephone and promised to come over
as he only lives about two blocks
from the hotel.
"Where is Dick?"
"He is not at home," I answered
and I could not help crying a little.
I heard Dr. Atwater bang up the
receiver and then I went all to pieces.
By the time he got here I was sobbing
and crying so that I could not speak.
"I should not think Dick would
have let business call him out of town
at this time, Margie," he said as he
prepared the opiate.
"He was not sure he was going to
be away all night and besides he
thought Mollie would stay with me."
This answer leaped to my lips for
no matter how incensed I was with
Dick I could not let even my oldest
friend and physician know that I
thought my husband was neglecting
"Poor little girl!" he said, ""you are
finding out that marriage is very dif
ferent from loving, aren't you?"
"Not yet, doctor," I lied bravely.
"Of course I am in hard lines, but I
could have gotten my legs broken and
bruised in a railroad wreck just the
same if I were not married."
Doctor Atwater looked at me rather
strongly. I wondered if he really
knew I was lying but he said noth
ing as he gave me the hyperdermic.
"Tomorrow something must be
done to insure you someone will be
with you all the time," he said decid
edly. He sat down beside me for a little
while and the last thing I remembered
I was trying to get him to leave me
before Dick came in.
I was so afraid Dick would come in
under the influence of liquor and Dr.
Atwater would learn the truth.
At it happened I went to sleep and
did not wake until noon today when
I found Aunt Mary sitting beside me
while on the cover lid right under my
chin was a note. I opened it and read
the first letter Dick ever wrote me:
"Darling. Nothing you can say to
me can be as ugly and mean as I
think of myself. You see, dear, I was
playing cards and got in the hole and
kept thinking that every hand would
pull me out.
"Yes, I also drank too much and
made a general ass of myself.
Strange, I cannot be decent at least
while you are sick and suffering. But,
Margie, however silly and selfish and
mean I am I love you indeed in all
the world you are the only person I
"Will be home early tonight Try
and forgive me before that time.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
According to an Italian physician,
love causes an intoxication of the
nervous centers, producing a disease
that, it not cured, may lead to neu
rasthenia and even insanity.