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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
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Dick and I have been out together
a good deal lately. Dick has grum
bled a lot, but he has -had to go and
has managed to do it finally "with
more or less grace. There have been
so many parties given for Mollie that
the poor girl is looking quite fagged.
"I'll be glad when it is all over,"
she said yesterday.
Last night we were invited to some
old friends of the Waverly's to a
dance. All the old crowd was there.
I happened to be sitting in a little
secluded place behind a bank of pot
ted palms and flowers, when I heard
my name mentioned. "Mrs. Dick
Waverly is looking particularly well,"
remarked one of the women. "Yes,
I think she is better looking than she
was when she was first married," re
turned the other.
"Dick did a lot better after all to
marry her than if he had taken Ele
anor Fairlow," said the other woman.
"Did you ever see any one who has
gone off in looks like she has?"
"Well, they say, poor girl, that she
is just dying of a broken heart Be
sides, you know she has lost all her
money and has had to go to work.
She is at the. training school for
nurses and you know that is awful
hard work and you know Eleanor
never did any work before in her
life.
"But she is not at the training
school now and certainly at the pres
ent moment she don't look as though
she were dying of a broken heart,
does she?"
I craned my neck a little around
the great blue vase back of which I
was sitting and saw Eleanor Fairlow
looking perfectly charming, dancing
with Dick.
She was talking and smiling, but
Dick had that look on his face which
I had often told him would make me
want to go off and die, if he looked
that way when I was talking to him. 1
I was so busy for a few minutes
looking at Dick and Eleanor that I
did not catch what the women were
saying. Little book, I did not try to
listen, truly I did not, but you see I
could hardly leave my seat and go,
as I would have to pass the gossips .
and then they would know I had v '
heard their conversation.
Now again, their voices reached
me and I heard the words: "Well, if
she is as hard up as they say, I don't
see how she can live at that fashion
able hotel I saw her lunching with
Dick Waverly there yesterday.
"She probably has some source of
income that we know nothing about,
and besides she did not have to pay
for that lunch. By the way, have
you seen Mrs. Waverly tonight?
"Mrs. Dick?"
"No, Mrs. Waverly Senior. She is
in her glory. You know the mar
riages of her boys were great disap
pointments to her, but this one of
Mollie's makes up for it all. Why
they do say, my dear, that the day
they are married, Chadwick Hatton
is going to transfer enough of the
newspaper stock to her mother to
make her comfortable for life."
"That must be a great satisfac
tion to Mrs. Margie Waverly, for do
yon know that I can think of noth
ing worse than living continually,
with Mrs. Waverly Senior."
"Well, from what I saw just now,
I think no one of her relatives will ;
have to live with her very long."
"Great heavens, you don't think
she is going to die, do you?" ,
"Nothing like that, I think she is
going to get married if she can V
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be quite easy."
"Who in the world do you think
she will marry?"
"Look over there."
I, too, looked "over there" and a
nice grandfatherly looking old man
seemed quite interested in what
