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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MARGIE'S MIND IS RESTING IN THE BALANCE
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Yesterday I looked up listlessly
from my hospital bed. A murmur of
voices had penetrated my grief be
numbed brain. " --
I saw Dick and Aunt Mary in con
sultation with the nurse.
"She must be made to notice
something or I fear for her mind," I
heard Aunt Mary say and then the
nurse held up a warning finger for
she caught a new expression on my
Dick came quickly to my bed and
putting his arms about me pulled me
up. "You are better this morning,
darling," he said.
"Am I?" I asked.
"Margie sweetheart, you must
live for me," he whispered.
I looked at him in a dazed sort of
way and then turned my eyes to
Aunt Mary on whose face was a
troubled look although her lips wore
the same sweet smile.
"I want you to get well so that we
can take you home," said Dick.
I wearily closed my eyes.
"Don't you want to go home?"
asked Aunt Mary.
"If you want me to go I'll go," I
said, and then I opened my eyes and
looked about for even to me my voice
sounded utterly lifeless all joy, all
hope, all anticipation had gone from
For a minute I wondered idly what
had happened to me and then I knew
oh, God, I knew my baby was dead.
"Put me down, please," I said to Dick
and then turned my face to the wall.
The sight of them hurt me. The sun
shine streaming into the room was
like molten lead burning itself into
A baby cried somewhere down the
corridor. I clinched my hands until
the nails fairly buried themselves in
my thin palms. And then it all
came over me that I could do noth
ing except to try not to suffer. What
was the use nothing mattered my
baby was dead.
"Margie Margie," exclaimed
Dick, "look at me don't you love me
I raised my eyes to his. I tried to
think if I did love him, if there was
anything in my body that was alive
enough to respond to the word love.
The effort was too much and with a
sigh I turned again away from them
all I wanted to be let alone. I want
ed to go out into that space where
my baby was. I wanted it in my
arms even if it was only my ghostly
arms I must clasp it to the wraith of
Then it came to me that at this
very moment millions of women were
thinking grieving the same as I, but
I could not feel sorry for them. I
could only feel sorry for myself.
How long I lay there thinking thus
I do not know, but finally whispered
voices again penetrated my con
sciousness. "Let's give her that little book she
was always writing in and which she
loved so much," said Aunt Mary,
"perhaps the sight of this repository
of all her secrets will awaken her."
"Do you know where it is?" asked
"Yes, Margie sealed the books up
in the box in which she has always
kept them and told me to give them
to you if anything happened to her.
I am going to bring her the box and
ask her if she does not want to have
a talk with her oldest and best
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
To remove the unsightly finger
marks from highly polished furniture
wash spots with a chamois wet with,
cold water, then rub the surface with
sweet oil mixed with half its quan
tity of turpentine. Polish with dry
cloth, using plenty of "elbow grease."