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-"r -jr --y-- -.tptjwh.mw-"1 THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE THINGS I CAN TELL TO NO ONE (Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.) Aunt Mary and I have been looking for an apartment. I "was rather anxious to have a house, but a little remark that Dick made caused me to change my mind. We came back from one of the sub urbs, where I had found a house that suited me very well, indeed. There was enough land about it for a big garden, and there were a number of fruit trees on the place. The house was an old-fashioned one, but it could have been made very comfort able. I know Aunt Mary would have liked the quiet, and if Dick had not asked me: "Margie, what time does the last train leave from the city for this place that pleases you so much?" I certain would have taken the house. The truth of the matter was the last train left at half past eleven at night, and in imagination I could hear Dick giving as an excuse the next morning: "I missed that bally old train, Margie." Right here, little book, I am going to make a confession to you. I can understand perfectly why Dick some times wants "to miss a bally old train." I am so tired so tired of staying in the house even this beau tiful one all the time. It is three months since I was hurt in that colli sion, and since that time I have really not done anything but just try to get well. I haven't been any good to anyone not even myself. I am sure that Dick is chafing under this deadly monotony that has settled about us as much as I. I am just going to throw away these old crutches today and walk without them. Yesterday I stepped a little and to day I am going to walk into the din ingroom for dinner. If I were to be obliged to walk on crutches all my life I should go mad. And, while Dick is kindness itself, I know he must be getting very tired of being tied down to a pair of crutches. Tonight I am going to propose going back to the hotel until we can find an apartment that will suit us, and I am going home with him some night next week. When Kitty came here she brought me one of my long white gloves. I lost it the night of her wedding. She said: "Here is a funny thing, Mar gie. You know that Mr. Sanders, who was Herbert's best man and who was killed in the accident in which you were hurt? Well, some one found this glove in his desk drawer and, as it had your name in it they sent it back to me. "I presume Sandy found it and dropped it in his drawer and forgot it." I felt rather guilty, but really there was nothing to tell Kitty and it would seem rather theatrical to say to her that "Sandy," as she called him, al though he had only seen me three 'limes, had told me he loved me when he was dying and with his last strength had tried to make my hurt more comfortable. She also told me that if Mr. San ders had been found and taken to the hospital in time his life might have been saved. And he insisted that I should be taken out first! "Greater love than this hath no man, that he lay down his life for another." (To Be Continued Monday.) o o BAKED CUSTARD Beat 4 eggs very light with 2-3 cup of sugar. Add 1 quart of milk, pinch of salt and any desired flavoring. Pour into pudding pan. Set pan in skillet of warm water and set in oven. Bake slowly until when knife is thrust into center it comes out free from any of the custard. Take from oven at once, and set pudding-pan into dish of cold 'water to stop the cooking. iSrfSafciJaLj-i-HAl jiggtfci .tt.v-.-Ji'-Bt'wi. lafcia.