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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
HARRY AND DICK CELEBRATE A LITTLE
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I need not have worried much
about my dinner for Harry, for when
Dick and he came over an hour late
they had both been drinking.
"Sorry we are late, Margie," said
Dick, "but you see, Harry met some
of his friends down town and he had
to celebrate a little and so I helped
him uncork a few bottles."
Harry caught sight of my disap
proving face and said, "Perhaps I
ought not to have come, Margie, for
I think both Dick and I have had a
little too much, and no woman quite
understands the situation when a
man who starts out with the best in
tentions in the world drinks a little
"No, I don't think a woman does
understand a situation where a man
may dnnk too much," I commented
dryly. "Neither do I think you men
can imagine a situation wh,ere a
woman can be excusedfor drinking
"Now, Margie, don't be angry with
us," said Dick, coming around to in
flict his liquor laden breath oh me
with a kiss. "You know a man has
got to celebrate a Tittle when he be
comes a father."
It was all I could do to suppress my
inclination to tell them that Harry
did not do much celehrating when his
boys were born. He was too busy
trying to suppress the scandal of their
Why is it, little book, that every
episode in life" is an excuse to a great
many men for taking a drink. If he
is happy he must take a drink; if he is
unhappy he must drink to drown his
cares; if he has a birth or death in
the family a drink heightens the joy
over the advent or assuages the grief
over the departure of a loved one;
if he meets a friend or bids him good
by alcohol must help welcome or
speed the parting guest. He drinks
ta his sweetheart or his wife; and
sometimes to the toast, "may they.
never meet," for drink always leads,
to other dissipations and a certain
warping of the moral fabric of a"
"I guess I had been drinking a little
too much," a man says in excuse. "I
would not have done thus and so had
I been perfectly sober."
Harry and Dick were not "stewed,"
in the language of the drinking man.
They could walk straight and their
tongues did not tie themselves up in
Tiard knots, but it was easy to see
that they were running on a faster
schedule than usuaL
"Margie, you ought to see the ba
by," said Harry, as we sat down to,
the table. "It is a beauty looks just
"Now, Margie, don't let Harry fool,
you. It looks no better than Tim and
Annie's baby. It is red and wrinkled
and keeps its eyes shut like a young;
"Well, Margie," said Harry, "you
know that Tim and Annie's baby is
no slouch. You and I are god parents
to that baby, but Eliene's baby is as
dainty as she is."
"How is Eliene now?" I asked.
"She was doing finely when I left
I would not be here if the doctors and
nurses had not sent me outdoors with"
the information that I could not see
her again today."
"Have you told the twins yet?"
At the mention pf the boys Harry's
face clouded and I knew he was,
thinking of that other mother and
"No, I did not see them today and
Eliene panted to tell them herself
and theioctors thought she would
be able to see them for a minute to
morrow." "Are you going to let us have a
cocktail, Margie?" asked Dick.
"No, sir, and I might as well tellf
you now that you have had your last
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