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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
I LOVE DICK SOBER, I LOATHE HIM DRUNK
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Mome is a neaastrong girl, again
repeated Dick to himself, as I opened
the bedroom doorcarefully I in
tended to go and sleep in Aunt Mary's
room. "Here here Margie, where
are you going come back and talk
to me. I observed that Mollie is a
headstrong girl Why don't you say
something to me about her?"
"There is nothing to say, Dick, to
your assertion which you have made
every minute and a half, since you
came in. You may not realize it, but
you are drunk."
"What do you mean, woman, by
saying that to me? I am not drunk.
Just been helping Jim drown his sor
rows in a few highballs couldn't go
back on a triend, you know but he
went back on me--Jeft me after the
first two highballs and I had to cele
brate alone. No I wasn't celebrat
ing I was drowning Jim's sorrow. I
told him that Mollie was a headstrong
girl, but some yay it didn't make
much of an impressiori on him. He
slid away from me and left me to
celebrate no, to drown alone."
I managed to get the door open
and rushed into Aunt Mary's room.
Dear Aunt Mary, her room seemed to
be like her arms had been when she
was alive, a refuge from all my sor
rows, all my woes. I was trembling
with hurt and rage and in my excite
ment forgot to lock the door.
I had hardly cowered down under
the clothes when Dick pushed the
"What are you doing in here, Mar
gie, old girl?" he exclaimed in sur
prise. "You aren't mad, are you, be
cause I said that Mollie is a head
strong girl. She is a headstrong girl
and you encourage her in it Right
now you are giving me cause for di
vorce," and he laughed the foolish
laugh of a drunken man, at his own
joke, "Giving me cause for divprce
in leaving my bed and board, and if
you don't look out I'll get it." And
again he laughed.
"Dick, will you please go back to
bed? I want to try and sleep."
"Do you mean that you are going
to sleep here?"
"I mean I am going to try to."
"Then you have left my bed."
"I don't intend to sleep with a
drunken man if I can help it," I an
swered. "She thinks I'm drunk," said Dick
to himself. "What's the matter with
her. She thinks I'm drunk perfect
ly sober just tried to drown Jim's
sorrow told him Mollie was a head
strong girl she thinks I am drunk
the wife of my bosom thinks I'm
Dick sat down heavily and gave a
long sigh and then he murmured very
unhappily. "She thinks I'm drunk.
Only had a few highballs, but she
thinks I'm drunk. Wife of my bosom
thinks I'm drunk."
I slipped out of bed again and left
him and went back to our room, tak
ing the precaution this time to lock
the door. Dick evidently did not miss
me for, in the morning when I went
in Aunt Mary's room and opened the
windows to let in the fresh air on
that fetid atmosphere, he was fast
asleep in bed.
Sometimes I think if it were pos
sible for a man to get a view of his
fever-colored face while he is sleep
ing off the results of drinking too
much, he would reform immediately.
The man lying there was not the Dick
I married. There was no evidence in
those bloated features of any mind,
any soul. It was just a great hulking
animal I hated him and it was only
with a feeling of disgust that I closed
the door and shut out from my sight
that terrible thing. If I could shut
out from my heart the thought that
perhaps I will have p live with it alj