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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
HAS DICK A CONFESSION TO MAKE?
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
After the slight opiate that had
been given Dick had worn off he
grew very restless, as the pain in
his head was almost unbearable. He
did not sleep at all during the night,
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any comfort at all was when I kept
hold of his other hand and talked
About 2 o'clock I became very
tired and it was all that I could do
.to keep awake. ,
"You poor girl," Dick said, as he
watched my head droop and my eyes
close for a moment, "I know I am
awfully selfish to keep you up this
"I am glad to do it, Dick, dear,"
I answered, "if I can keep awake, but
I am so tired that perhaps I'll lie
down here on the bed beside you and
you can wake me if you need me. If
I can sleep an hour I think perhaps
that I'll be able to keep awake with
you the remainder of the night."
I had already slipped on a loose
robe over my nightgown and thrust
my feet into warm, woolly, bedroom
slippers. As I placed myself beside
Dick on the side of his good arm
he reached out and drew me to him.
"Margie," he said, "I don't believe
that any man in the world ever had
such a good wife as you, and, Mar
v gie, I don't deserve such devotion."
"Why not, Dick, dear? I am sure
that you are not to be blamed for
this trouble that has come upon us.
Indeed, you got into this through
your kindness of heart."
'Tes," answered Dick with a
groan, "through some stroke of luck
I was a victim in the episode of Mrs.
Utter, but, Margie, she's a mighty
pretty woman. I wonder if I would
have fallen for her had she tempted
Unconsciously I drew away from
him. "Don't draw away, he said. I
yet I winder if any woman under
stands the complex heart of man
man who gives to one woman his
love, his reverence, the best part of
'himself and yet steals away at times
to some other woman for whom he
"Don't, Dick don't! I can't bear
it. You must never let me suspect
that there is any other woman for
the least moment in your arms or
heart. If you do I am afraid that I
would see red. I would never be
happy again; any more than you
could be happy if you thought l naa
been untrue to you even in thought."
Dick strained me to him.
"Oh, Margie, Margie, why do wom
en always idealize us men? Why
can they not be content with us as
we are poor, weak and unstable?"
"For the same reason that you
idealize us. To you we are not wom
en. We who belong to you are moth
ers,' sisters and wives just a little
coterie of feminity that is quite dif
ferent from all the 'other women' in
"We are saints who can never be
sinners. Dick, please remember we
can all men and women alike be
sinners, and some way I am afraid
If I found you were treading the prim
rose path I should be sorely tempted
to pick a few posies myself just to
see what you found in primroses that
you liked so well; and I think this is
the very first thought that comes to
every wife who begins to distrust her
Dick groaned. I was not sure from
pain of body or travail of soul.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
While digging potatoes in Hope,
Me., Arthur Hobart found one 12 by
15 inches in circumference, in which
was a mouse nest, containing one old
one and four little ones. The skin
love you, dear, love you only, and I was left on the top like a trap door.