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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
TIMOTHY O'CONNOR. JR.. APPROACHES
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association)
"It's mesilf that has been wonder
ing if the new maid cud do your
washun. Miss Margaret?." said Annie
to me this morning. "She seems very
strong and willin' and I don't think ye
should be hirin' a maid and ye're
washin' done both."
"Now look hre, Annie, if you think
I'm keeping you because of our
friendship, you, must know that I'd
hate to trust my pretty, dainty
clcj-hes to anyone but you."
"But but, Miss Margaret." Annie
stammered, "ye see, since Tim got
on the traffic squad, he thinks I ought
not to work outside any more."
"Oh, you don't want to work for
"Oh, yes; I do, Miss Margaret. It's
like a visit I do be payin' ye atch wake
rather than workin' for ye, but ye
see, Miss Margaret, big Tim thinks it
will be better for little Tim if I kape
a bit quiet from now until he makes
his appearance on the scene."
"Oh, Annie, is it true? I'm so glad
for you. Of course, you must not do
any hard work and you must let me
help you make some of the little
"Do you know," said Annie, with a
smile and a blush, "Tim and me has
quarrelled about the baby already. He
is so sure it's going to be a boy.
""It's the mayor or the chief of po
lice we'll be making of him, Annie,'
he says, and I told him that I wanted
a gurl and thin we'd be Binding her to
that scintiffic place where ye learn
to be good books.
"It's not me daughter that's goin'
t3 be a cook,' said Tim, nasty like.
" 'Well, I notice that cookin' goes a
long way towards makin' ye happy
and contint,' I said. 'Ye min do be al
ways wantin' a woman to be a good
wife and mother and yit ye make a
fuss if one uf us spake of teachin'
your daughters to cook. Margaret
Ann O'Connor is going to be a good
cook before she studies Frinch or
learns to play the piano.
" 'And who is Margaret Ann O'Con
nor?' asked Tim, in the same voice he
uses on the corner when he is telling
the lady with the new electric that,
even if she is the wife of the alder-r
man of his ward, he can't give her the
" 'She is me daughter,' I said with
emphasis and conviction. Tim just
threw back his head and laughed. His
good nature came back to him.
" 'Not this time, Annie,' he shout
ed as he came around the table and
kissed me. 'It's P. Timothy O'Con
nor, jr., that's coniin' to live with us
in the near future, and you needn't be
worrying about what ye do be doin'
with a gurl in the family.' And, Miss
Margaret, I'm so scared for fear it
won't be a boy."
"But I thought you wanted a girl,
"I don't, Mavoorneen; I don't. I
just said that so that if the little
scalpeen turned out to be a gurl Tim
would try and be continted, because
he would be sure that I wanted one.
What is it, Miss Margaret, those kings
and quaines do to make sure of the
sex of their babies?"
"I don't know, Annie, and I do not
believe anyone has as yet solved the
question of determining the sex of a
child before birth. Nature would not
leave that to humans to decide, for
there would be sure to be a prepon
derance of boys."
"Do you think so, Miss Margaret?"
"Sure, for I believe most women
feel that their sex have the worst end
of it, and, while they love their daugh
ters much after they come, if given
their choice, they would ask for most
of their babies to be sons.
"And now, Annie, I tell you what
to do. Come over here every Tues
day morning, just the same as usual,