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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
A RIDE INTO THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Dick came around the table and
kissed me. "Margie," he said rather
wistfully, "it's ashame when it takes
so little to make yofr-happy that your
old beast of a husband doesn't try to
do it oftener."
For answer I slipped my hand in
his and we went into the living room
with his arm about me.
"You know, Dick." I whispered, "I
guess I'm a coward and I'm a little
afraid afraid of maternity the suf
fering and the responsibility but
most of all I'm afraid of growing
away and apart from you.
"If the time ever comes, dear, when
you don't love me any more you will
tell me, won't you, dear?"
"Why Margie! what do you mean?
Don't you know I love you? Why,
my girl, there is no other woman on
the face of God's green earth that is
worth your little finger."
"That may or may not be true, my
dear, but you will certainly agree that
it is not always the most worthy'
women who are loved in the greatest
"No," answered Dick with a grin,
"it is usually the girl in the chorus,
that, can kick the highest, that cops
dut the scion of England's ancient no
bility." "Dick," I said solemnly, "the old
joke about love and marriage is a
tragic instead of a comic fact and I
have come to the conclusion that it
is not love that makes a happy mar
riage as much as it is sincerity. If
I only could come to you, dear, with
every thought in my mind, with the
sure knowledge that you would sym
pathize and understand and would
'talk it out' with me in all sincerity.
"This is a real world we live and
love and suffer and die in and yet all
the while we are pretending."
"Margie, Margie, you are not well
or you would not think these morbid
There it is, Dick; instead of meet
ing me half way when I talk to you
like this, you always 'pretend' to find
some reason why I am not quite rea
sonable." "I don't care a tinker's damn if
you are not reasonable if you will
always stay as pretty as you are to
night. Here comes the Symone's car.
Come on, honey girl, and we'll take a
real honeymoon ride just as we used
I got my wrap and we went riding,
little book, way into the realm of
heart's desire, for I forgot everything
except the summer air was balmy
and fragrance laden; that I was feel
ing the nearness of Dick's body "as he
snuggled me up to him on the wide
back seat of the car.
We did not talk much, but I know
Dick was as happy as I was.
It was one of those times, little
book, when I feel that I would not ex
change places with any woman in
the world when I have that sense
of "belonging" that makes me entire
ly one with Dick, and all the rest of
the world is outside my care or
(To Be Continued Monday.) ,
It's wrong to steal a watch or chain,
From off your neighbor;
And if you do, it's right that you
Receive at least a year or two
Society demands relief
From all who play the petty thief.
But if you pinch a million bucks
And pose repentance,
The Law its mercy may extend
And treat you as an erring friend
And ease your sentence;
Strange such big difference should be
'Twixt high finance and larceny,
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