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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK DOESN'T LIKE THE SYMONE BUTLER
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
"Do you know, Margie," said Dick
to me yesterday "the longer I live in
this house and under this regime the
less I blame Harry for his 'little es
"Oh, Dick! how can you call that
awful tragedy a little escapade?" I
exclaimed and my heart sunk as it
was brought home to me by Dick's
remark that to all men the breaking
of the seventh commandment is only
a sligh,t sin.
"Well, you can call it what you will
but I want to tell you if I had to live in
this atmosphere very long I would be
driven to drink if not to something
worse. No wonder Harry wanted to
get away from the ever-lasting for
mality of this English butler. I'd like
to stick a pin in him somewhere to see
if he is really human or only a wood
"I suppose these rich people get
used to all this flummery and flub dub
but I don't believe they like it. Na
decently normal man wants someone
to do everything for him. No wonder
Harry tried to get away from it all
where there was a little freedom and
comfort, where he could sit in his
shirt-sleeves if he wished, literally as
well as metaphorically. There is lux
ury to burn about this house, but if
you ask me there is mighty little
privacy or comfort.
"It makes me very uncomfortable
to have a lot of people about watch
ing to see if I'm going to do things in
the proper manner. I expect that but
ler would drop dead if I came to din
ner some night in my business suit."
"Why odn't you try hmfnonight?"
I said laughing, "and I'll go down in
"What, are you going to try to
walk, Margie ! Did the doctor say that
you could?" asked Dick jumping up
eagerly and coming over to meVhis
face full of gladness. ,
'Yes, he is coining to'take the last.
bandages off today and do you see
those crutches over there? Well, 1
am going to try and use them. You
know my burned foot is almost welL
The doctor says I can bear my weight
Much to my surprise Dick looked
at me with wet eyes.
"Margie," he said, "you will never
know what I suffered when I thought
you were killed in that wreck and
afterward when they told me you
were probably not going to get well.
I guess I almost went mad. Margie,
now that I have had you I do not see
how f could get along without you. I
know I'm a brute, but all men have
the brute in them. I don't mean to
be mean and make you unhappy, for I
love you always, even when I am
most thoughtless and selfish.
"No one in this world do I love so
much as I do you indeed I do not
think that I love anyone in this world
Yes, you do, my dear Dick, you love
yourself better than me or anyone
else. I did not tell you this last night
but I am writing it here.
Sometimes I think this striving to
make a man love you more than he
does himself, is only a bit of selfish
ness, and vanity on the part of a wo
man. And I have come to the conclu
sion that there are just as many wo
men who think of themselves first as
there are men.
Dick is far from perfect, but who
am I that should sit in judgment on
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
"How can you tell when a woman
is only shopping?"
"When she intends to buy, she asks
to see something cheaper. When
she's4 shopping, she asks- if you
haven't something more expensive in.
stock." . ' , - ,
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