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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
I AM GETTING TO THE ROCKY ROAD
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
When Kitty and I arrived home
Dick was not there, and we sat down
for a little chat, although it was ery
late. - -
"Dick does not like me, Margie,"
she asserted rather than asked.
"Nonsense! He was just grouchy
at me this evening," I said.
"Well, it's mutual, for I don't like
him a bit for treating you as he has
done tonight I don't care if he
doesn't like me, he knows you do, and
he could be nice to me for your sake.
I'll bet you are often nice to friends
of his that you don't particularly care
"Well, dear, it's all over," she con
tinued, "this night was my last good
"Don't say that, Kitty," I expostu
lated, "you will certainly have better
times with your baby than you ever
"I don't want a baby, Margie, and
I know I won't be a good mother. I
know my limitations. I hate respon
sibility. Don't look shocked. I am at
least honest, and that is more than a
great many women of my disposition
"You are right, Kitty, and it is be
cause you are honest that I have al
ways loved you, but oh ! my dear, you
could be so much happier and make
others so much happier if you would
only care only realize that life is not
entirely to be lived for self."
"Don't I know this, Margie? You
may be sure I know it, and I do love
Herbert and respect his worth. If he
would just unbend a little be just a
little human he would be perfect
He ought to have married one of
those perfectly good women who
don't know a temptation when they
see it, who live by the rule of conven
tion and look with horror upon any
other woman who has an independ
ent thought or expresses a human
"Margie, I grow so tired of trying
to be an example of uprightness and
strength for those who will never
stand upright nor have anything but
weakness. Margie, I may be wicked,
but when Herbert works and worries
over these derelicts of humanity I
often wonder why he spends so much
time with the hopeless. I believe I
am ready to help those who want to
be helped, but Herbert seems to glory
in trying to help those who do not
want to be taken out of their sordid
and sodden lives."
Then Kitty, bright-eyed, smiling
iatty, all at once became gray-faced
"Margie, I am afraid I know I am
going to die."
"Nonsense, my dear, you won't die.
You are healthy and well. There is
not the slightest reason in the world
why you should die."
"But I am afraid. I'm a coward, I
know, but I can't help it I am
afraid." She burst into hysterical
tears and soothed and comforted her
until she fell asleep.
After she was quiet I took off my
evening frock, and putting on a loose
gown over my nightdress, I sat up be
side the window to watch for Dick,
as I was almost sure I would find he
had been drinking, and I did not want
him to make enough noise to wake
up either Kitty or dear Aunt Mary.
Dick did not come, however, and
as daylight broke I got into bed.
How is it all coming out, little
book? Do all women come to a hard
place in the road of married life and
are some of them strong enough to
march over it And is it pleasant
again on the other side?
(To Be Continued Monday.)
Becker, who conspired to murder,
has been legally killed. The fellows
who paid for the Colorado murders
are moving in high socies ,