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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT AUNT MARY?
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
"Are you feeling any better, Mar
"Lot's," I aflswered laconically.
Mollie had just invited me, over the
phone, to go dowstown to have
luncheon with her and as I had not
done anything of the kind since I was
ill I made up my mind I would go.
Do you know, little book, I think if
people made as great an effort to
break the habit of illness as they do
to break the habit of health there
would be a hardier race at the helm
of human affairs.
This morning I awoke with the
same old listless feeling, the same
dread of the coming day. I thought
"I don't believe I am able to do any
thing today," and then I began to
"You ate well yesterday?"
"You have no aches or pains this
"Then will you please state where
you are ill"
"Oh, but I have gone through such
a terrible illness such terrible trou
ble." "But you have gone through
haven't you? IT'S OVER. Just re
member that it's over. You are well
today. Don't get into the habit of
thinking you are sick any more for
you are not. You are a lazy coward,
Margie Waverly, and as Mollie right
up says you are selfish in the bargain.
Get yourself together and begin to
make yourself of some use to your
self and those about you.
"Aunt Mary needs you now with
the sentence of death pronounced
upon her with only a faint possibility
of reprieve. See how brave she is."
My reason is right, little book, al
though a bit strenuous and unsym
pathetic, as it always is. So I started
for the bathroom and for the first
time since I was ill took a cool
Goodness but it was cold and
tingley but it set my blood dancing
and strange as it might seem to some
of the misanthropes and hypochon
driacs, if they should read this, even
my mind shed some of its hopeless
ness and my heart its heaviness.
I tiptoed into Aunt Mary's room.
She was sleeping as sweetly as a
child. The near approach of "the
great adventure" had no terrors for
her. Dick had been gone a long while.
Note After this it is breakfast
with Dick for me. I am no invalid.
Before I was dressed Aunt Mary
awakened and I told her that I w,ould
stay with her if she wished.
"No, dear, I really don't want you
here this morning. I have, a lot of
things I want to do before I go to
"Then I'll stay and help you, dear
Some way, little book, the word
dear has always seemed to me as
much a part of her name as Aunt or
Mary. After Dick, she has been the
nearest and dearest one to me since
my mother's death.
"No, Margie, they are things I want
to do for myself and alone."
"All right, dear Aunt Mary, I'll be
home soon after luncheon."
"I'm glad for you to do; I want you
to be brighj; and happy again."
"I will only be happy when you are
Dear Aunt Mary looked up sudden
ly. "Listen, Margie, my child, for of
all my nieces you have been most
like my own child, I want you to re
member what I am saying to you to
day even if I do not get well, I want
you to be happy. Margie, dear, don't
let your happiness rest on anyone
else. If you do he may fail you, not
from choice, but as I shall fail you
if I don't get well, because he can't
help it. No one could haye loved her.