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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
'.'CAN YOU BEAT IT?" ASKS MILLIE
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Mollie came up to -dinner last night
and as Dick did ndt come" home I had
plenty of time to listen to the latest
news in regard to her "job."
"You simply have to hand it to the
boss, Margie," she said in her slangy
way. "He pulled an entirely new one
on me this morning."
"Mollie, Mollie, you must be more
particular about your speech. You
use more slang than a newsboy on
the street It isn't nice, my dear."
"I know it, but when you hear it
all the while you unconsciously drop
into it Besides, I never use much
slang except when I am talking of my
boss. You just can't talk of him ex
cept in the idiom of the street. He is
that kind of a man, you know."
"What do you mean by that, Mol
lie?" I askgd curiously, for the idea
was new to me.
"Why, he is the kind of a man that
disclaims any interest in anything
which he describes as highbrow the
kind that has no use for any woman
unless she is pretty why he'd leave
Jane Addams any time to follow Lil
lian Russell. He is the kind that must
have a cocktail before and wine after
his dinner the kind that in its own
mind is lord of creation, but in the
minds of even the women who accept
the attention of this kind of a man
and feed his vanity, he is just a plain
What an arraignment from a girl
of nineteen. And yet many men would
be surprised if they only knew the
opinion their stenographers have of
"Well, yesterday, about half past
one," continued Mollie, "in came the
boss, having one of those little mouse
colored women in tow. She really
looked about ten years older than he
and I am sure that she stays at home
always and takes care of the children
while her husband turkey trots about
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"She looked at me rather suspi
ciously and said in a frapped tone
of voice, 'I see you have a new stenog
" 'James' wheeled about in his
chair and said: 'Yes, dear, and I want
you to know Miss Waverly because
she is one girl in a thousand.'
" 'Thank you, Mr. Denton,' I said
demurely as I acknowledged his wife's
very cool greeting.
" 'You see, dear, yesterday I asked
Miss Waverly to go to lunch with me
just to try her and I found out she is
a girl of the strictest principle my
dear, she wouldn't go.'
"I wish you could have seen his
wife's face. It was another case of
pretending. She knew he didn't ask
me because he wanted to find out
about my principles.
"I was furious and said: 1 am
somewhat curious to know what, un
der the circumstances, you would
have done had I accepted?'
"Poor man, he had not thought of
that and he stuttered and stammered
while trying to find an excuse until I
rather pitied him and continued, 1
don't know about my having the
strictest principles, Mrs. Denton, but I
do know it is not policy to mix so
cial relations with business relations
and I am not going to do so if I can
"Oh, how I wanted to tell her, Mar
gie, that if I hadn't a principle on
earth I would not go with him. I am
glad I am in a position to talk up to
him, but, Margie, I am thinking of all
those other poor girls who are afraid .
of losing their jobs. What would they
do when an occasion like this arises?"
"I do not know, Mollie I do not
(To Be Continued, Tjnogyw.), j