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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
IS DICK JEALOUS?
"So you are going to be one of the
ushers at Mollie's wedding, Jim;
aren't you afraid it will break your
heart to see the"gklyou wanted to
make your wife married to another?"
Jim had come up to our apartment
about 6 o'clock, saying he was going
to stay to dinner. I did not want him
to stay, for I was afraid that Dick
would telephone me about half past
six that he would not be home, and
although I knew that Jim would not
ask for any explanations and would
not make any remarks, yet I knew I
could not bluff him a bit
However, I made the best of things
and did not say a word, except to ask
if Dick knew he were coming.
"I could not find him this after
noon," said Jim, "but I knew he
would be home to dinner, and as you
had not invited me up for a long time
I thought I would just make you feel
mean by inviting myself."
"Now, Jim, you know you are al
ways welcome."
"And I also know, my dear Mar
gie, how much those 'always wel
come' words mean. I don't believe
any man is 'always welcome' at any
other house than his own, and some
times he is not al.vays welcome
there."
"Gracious, Jim, you are not get
ting to be a cynic, are you?"
"Not a bit of it; just stating a few
facts to the lady who knows a fact
when she sees it"
"Well, I can tell you one thing, Jim
Edie, Dick is always welcome at his
own fireside."
"Of course; did you not understand
that I intimated it was only some
homes and some firesides?"
I almost wanted to tell Jim that I
did not get a chance to welcome Dick
as often as I could wish, but some
how I can't tell anybody but you, lit
tle book, how Dick neglects me.
Here is my peculiar position: When
Dick is home he is almost always
kind, seems to think a lot of me,
often tells me that I am the only
woman in the world who does not
bore him to death.
"Is that the reason why you see so
little of me?" I asked.
Dick laughed comfortably.
'Don't be sarcastic, dear; it doesn't
become you," he said.
That is the awful part of it all.
Dick doesn't seem to realize that he
is doing anything he should not I
am sure if any one should ask him he
would say that he knew I was per
fectly satisfied, perfectly happy.
Perhaps I should be, and yet I
want to have once in a while one of
those rapturous times that we had
before we were married, when I
knew I was the only thing in Dick's
thoughts.. I want to see his eyes
brighten when he looks at me. I
want him to make a little excuse so
he can come near enough to touch
me. I want to see the kisses in his
eyes that he cannot press upon my
lips because we are in some public
place.
Does any woman, atfer the flush of
honeymoon, get these? And it any
woman, after the wonderful glory of
the honeymoon, satisfied with less?"
I was thinking all this and being
.rather rude to Jim in not listening
to him, I guess, for he said:
"Margie Waverly, you are miles
away from here so far that I am not
sure you ever will come back. Can
you tell me what you are thinking
about?"
"Nothing in particular, Jim. I am
afraid I spend too much time think
ing about myself. I do wish Dick
would let me go back to teaching
school."
"Great scott!" exclaimed Jim. "You
must be miserable if you want to,,
teach school again."
Just then Dick came in, a little late.
It seemed to me that a shade passed
over his head as he saw Jim.
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