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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WOULD YOU CALL IT A FLIRTATION?
"Don't you think that for a young
woman who has the appearance of
an Undine you are proving very
much interested in the 'eats'?" said
Jim Edie softly.
Malcolm Stuart wheeled swiftly
around. "I presume I must apolo
gize, Mrs. Waverly," he said, as he
realized that most of the people had
left the dining room. "I have been
boring Mrs. Waverly with a bit of
personal history, Edie, and she has
been diplomatic enough to act as if
she were interested."
"I haven't the slightest doubt,
Stuart, that some parts of your per
sonal history might be very inter
esting," remarked Jim, dryly.
Stuart colored and, indeed, it
seemed a rather unnecessary re
mark. "Well, anyway, Mrs. Waverly will
not have to be bored much longer.
My yacht is in commission and I am
leaving for New York in the morn
ing and will sail for Japan immedi
ately." I may as well confess to you, lit
tle book, that I was distinctly disap
pointed and I took occasion to say
to Mr. Stuart as Jim went on ahead
of us to Eliene's wonderful ballroom:
"Perhaps if you stayed with us a lit
tle while longer, my friends and I
might entirely persuade you that
there are women of different hearts
and souls in the world from those of
the one you have been telling me of."
"It would not be good for me. My
only happiness lies in the thought
that even you are like the little water
fairy which Mr. Edie likened you to
and which you resemble in that pale
green frock. If I thought women
had souls I would probably be strick
en by remorse and now I am only
made restless by regret the regret
that the mind of man can conceive
and the heart of man desire an im
possible woman. I am going to say
jgood-by to you here. Wish me bon
voyage, will you not?"
"Certainly; not only for this voy
age, but on all the ones you will take
until I shall see you again, my good
wishes go with you." '
"And so you do expect to see me
again, do you?"
"Well, you have come back this
tirce, you know."
Again he murmured as he bent
over my hand, "Almost thou per
suadest me good-by."
"Mai Stuart is the greatest flirt in
this whole world," grumbled Jim
as I danced with him after supper.
"I don't see what the women see in
him that makes them run after him."
I did not say anything, but now
that you and I are alone, little book,
I will tell you the reason why. Mr.
Stuart probably tells that story he
told me to all the women he meets
that rather interest him and he
makes each one feel as I did at the
time that he felt that at last he
had found a woman who might per
suade him that there were some
women in the world with loyal and
sincere hearts to whom money and
the luxuries that money could buy
were not the all of existence.
It seems to me, little book, as
though we were all, men and women
alike, too prone to judge a whole
class or race by one individual and
we are too apt to judge even the in
dividual by a certain set of actions
that does not appeal to us.
Jim has taken an unaccountable'
prejudice to Mr. Stuart because he:
proved so interesting to every wom-j
an at Eliene's, particularly me.
I watched Eliene's most expres
sive face smile and dimple when she.
talked to him, as it has not done in
years, and even Mollie, as much en
grossed as she was with Chadwick,,
sat entranced as he described a
motor trip down the famous Amalfii
Jim is a dear, little book, but his