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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 31, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 14

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THE CONFEisiONS OF A WIFE
--. BILL TENNEY TELLS TALES
(Copyright, 191; by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I know why I put that "woman's
philososophy" at the top of my his
tory of Mollie's getting her "job" yes
terday. It was because that, after she
left, Bill Tenney called and confirm
ed it
While, of course, he expected to
find Dick, he seemed somewhat re
lieved when I told him he was out of
town.
He began by railing at women, and
certainly he did say some bitter things
about them.
"You may talk about your senti
mental, loving woman," he said. "I
tell you there ain't no such thing."
"That's not a very complimentary
remark to make to one of the sex."
"Oh, you know what I mean, Mrs.
Waverly," he expostulated.
"Yes, of course, I do," I smiled.
"You really mean that you are hurt
and sore becaues Kitty Malram had
the effronery to tell you she was
happily married to a better man than
you are."
"You certainly have a way of say
ing what you mean without a diplo
matic gush," he said rather ruefully,
"but it really is an interesting thing
for me to meet a woman like you
particularly when she is the wife of
one of my friends."
"What difference does that make,
pray?"
Bill Tenney had the grace to blush
and he stammered a little when he
said: "Well, you see, even if I had the
inclination to take a sentimental in
terest in you I would not do "so on
account of Dick."
I was furious. The egotism! The
nerve of that man! Did he think he
had only to ask favors of any wo
man? Then I looked at him and laughed, ,
for I could see that for one of the few
times in his life Bill Tenney was try
ing to be sincere. That for the first
time in his life he was probably telling
the truth to a woman, and it was a
new and not altogether unpleasing
sensation to him.
"What are you laughing at?" he
asked.
"You, of course," I answered. "You
are certainly the funniest thing that
I have come across since I married."
"Well, if you feel that way about
me I guess I'd better go. I intended
to ask Dick to come over to the club
and have a game of cards tomorrow
night, but he probably won't be in
town. Tell him I'll give him a chance
to win back that hundred."
My heart stopped a beat or two.
This, then, was where Dick's money
went
"I don't think he will be home to
'morrow," I lied glibly, "but when he
comes 111 tell him."
Something in the tone of my voice
seemed to make him think that per
haps he had said the wrong thing
again.
"You don't care if Dick plays a
little game of cards, Mrs. Waverly?"
he asked.
"Not at all, Mr. Tenney, but I cer
tainly do hate to think I am married
to a man who is foolish enough to
lose one-third of his month's salary
in an evening's game of cards."
"Good Lord!" ejaculated Tenney.
"Now I have done it Please don't
take it out of poor Dick, Mrs. Wav
erly, when he comes home.- I don't
think he does it often, and I'll give
him back his money."
"That would be a nice thing, would
it not! Don't I know, that the man
who does not pay his debts of honor.
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