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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE'
MARY IS HAVING HER TROUBLES
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I had not seen itfary for two
months until yesterday"and I was
shocked at her appearance. Poor
girl! That "heavenly three weeks"
up in the mountains seems to have
been about all the joy she has got
ten out of marriage.
College seems to have completely
ruined Jack. He has contracted
habits which only a son of a multi
millionaire could finance. What will
happen when Dad Waverly is not
here (and I am sure he is not going
to live long) to put some sort of a
restraint on him I do not know.
"Margie, I am broken-hearted,"
said Mary, "to think that you are go
ing to take Aunt Mary away from
"I am not taking her away from
you, dear; but she thinks she will be
happier with Dick and me, and you
know Uncle John particularly gave
her to us to care for in his will."
"I have tried to make her happy,
indeed I have, Margie," said Mary, as
the tears rolled down her face.
"I know it, my dear girl, I know it,
but " There was an uncomfortable
silence. Neither of us wanted to
bring up the subject of Jack.
"Oh, I know it is much the best for
Aunt Mary, and I am selfish to want
her, but oh Margie, I don't know what
to do. I am so unhappy."
"Don't cry, Mary," I said, and then
I stopped and took her in my arms,
for I thought perhaps if she cried it
would do her more good than if she
tried to keep all her troubles shut up
in her heart.
"Nobody seems to think of me or
my feelings," she said, between her
sobs, and then I thought that I had
not been very kind to her. Poor
child! She has no relatives of her
own and it is mighty hard to face
these new troubles alone. I know,
for I have had to do it.
"Well, Mary, dear, I can't advise
you what to do in regard to Jack, as
I do not think that anyone can tell a
wife what to do in regard to her hus
band or how she must arrange her
married life. But if I were you, dear,
I would go and talk to Dad Waverly;
tell him just what you think and what
you are trying to do. Why don't you
go over to the house some night and
tell them both?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that. Mother
Waverly would never believe me."
"I think she would, if Dad was
there to back you up."
"Margie," she whispered, clasping
my arm tightly, "I found a letter in
his pocket last night, after he was
asleep, from another girl. He has
been taking her out to supper, send
ing her flowers and candy doing the
same things which he did forme be
fore we were married, and honestly,
Margie, I have had only ten dollars
to live on for the last two weeks."
I must have looked horrified, for
she said: "Please, dear Margie, don't
think I am disloyal to him, but I don't
know what to do nor which way to
"I think the only thing you can do
is to tell all this to his father and
mother. I'd try, but when I tell you
what Jack's mother said to me -this
morning, you will see why I hate to
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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