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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
HARRY MAKES A LITTLE CONFESSION
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Notwithstanding the solemnity of
the occasion I cou!cr-not help but
smile at the sight of Tim O'Connor
, as he brought his baby down the aisle
to present it for its christening.
I had promised Annie to be god
mother to her little daughter and
Tun, after long deliberation, between
the "chief" and Mr. Harry Symone,
had chosen the latter to be god
father. "You see, Miss Margie (Tim calls
me by the same name that Annie
does) I was afraid perhaps the 'chief
would think it was meself trying to
bribe him if I trusted him with the
future of little Margaret Anne. Ye
see, the 'chief has no children of his
own and I think between you and me
self, Miss Margaret, he is a bit jealous
of the baby I do be presentin' to
Father McCarty next week for the
christening. 'Tim,' said he to me as
he pinned a medal on me that day at
the hospital, 'I don't envy ye yer dec
oration, it belongs to ye. Ye earned
it with your quick moind and cour
age, but I do be envyin' you yer baby.
She's as swate as an Irish hedge rosa
And in this, me boy, ye can take
nothin' to yerself, fer ye are a red
headed spalpeen with the big mouth
and long upper lip of your forefath
ers. Yis,' he repeated with a sigh, T
sure do envy ye the baby.'
"Ye see, Miss Margaret, knowing
how he feels in the matter, it would
be just like askin' him for the desk
of the Sarge' and I can't do that, ye
know. Mr. Symone has been so foine
to Annie and me that we saidXhat the
least we could do was to give him
Dear, simple-minded Tim. If there
were more fathers who looked upon
their children in this light, I am
thinking, little book, we would not
have so much talk about "better
Harry came around for me in his
big touring car and then we went
after Annie and the wonderful baby.
Tim rode beside us as proudly as the
finest cavalry officer in the king's
own. It was a joy to see how every
policeman of the traffic squad, as we
passed, swept all the other traffic
aside and let us pass.
"It's a great day for the Irish," re
marked one of them with a smile and
"True for ye, Dennie, true for ye,"
answered Tim, "and if ye had been
the man I hoped you was, you would
have married pretty Norah McFadden
at least a year ago and ye would have
been walking to the church with a
baby yerself this day."
"Tim," admonished Annie, but
Harry laughed and said, "Let him
alone, he must say something to
somebody or hell blow up and burst."
When we got to the church I made
Harry read over the duties of a god
father, so that he would understand
what he was promising to do.
"Don't you worry, Margie," he
whispered, "I'm going to be a model
godfather to Tim's little girl."
"I wonder if Dick will be as proud
of our baby as Tim is of his," I said,
"He does not say much about it late
ly. But Dick is so queer, he some
times bursts out with the most won
derful ideas and sentiment that I
never expected him of having."
"That's right, Margie, I often think
Dick has more sentiment than you."
I must have looked surprise, for
Harry exclaimed, "Men as a rule have
more sentiment than women, but
they're usually ashamed to show it
to any one. The things that lie deep
est are the things of which, we men
never speak. I have rarely found a
woman who is not sentimental, but
I have seldom discovered much senti
ment in most of them."
"Why, Harry!" I exclaimed, ""does
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