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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
THOUGHTS CAN BE INSTRUMENTS OF TORTURE
"Who was that man that stuck to
your mother like a burr tonight,
Dick?" I said, as I drove him home
after the party.
"What man?" asked-Djck. who had
been morosely silent ever since we
got in the machine.
"Why, the white-haired gentleman
with the smiling, ruddy countenance,
who took your mother out to supper
and sat beside her most of the eve
ning." "I did not see any one," remarked
Dick, "but you have described old
Morton Trent. He lives at the same
hotel as mother and now that you
speak of it, I have seen him talking
to her often, when I have gone up
there to see her."
"Well, some women were gossip
ing about it tonight They say that
it looks as though we were going to
have another wedding in the family."
"What!"
"That is what they said."
"Can you beat it" was Dick's com
ment "To tell the truth, Margie, I
must be rather stupid tonight, but its
beyond me. I simply can't think of
any man, young or old, who would
want to marry mother."
I could not help laughing, but all
at once it came to me that Mother
Waverly had been very much nicer
lately, more contented, more hu
man. Like a flash the whole plan
spread out in front of me.
"It is not good for man to be
alone" and this means both man and
woman. At any time, at any age, the
rule holds good. One is lost without
the other.
Poor Jim Edie and Pat Sullivan are
quite unhappy because they are not
interested in a woman. Nature has
made them interested in women, but
she leaves it to the individual to make
the matter concrete, and when a man
thinks he can fight nature with suc
cess his egotism overshadows his
good sensa These two men are just i
nding this out and I think either one
of them would be much happier mar
ried. I presume Mother Waverly was
very lonely and consequently very
unhappy. Dad Waverly had been
hers. (You can think what you like,
little book, a husband, even one that
does not measure up, always, to one's
ideals is at times a very comforting
thing to have around.' She knew
that even if in Dad's heart he disap
proved of some of her ways, yet he
would always be found by her side
against the entire world that is the
most beautiful thing about marriage.
I have often wondered, little book,
just how a woman who was in love
with a married man would feel about
all this.
If Eleanor Pairlow is in love with
Dick, it must be hell for her, because
she must know there is nothing Kn it
all except concealment and unhap
piness. If what those women said
were true, I am sorry for her, little
book, sorrier even for her than for
myself.
Love with marriage has not been
so blissful for me that I cannot con
ceive how horrible it must be to love
a man that is married to another
woman. I am getting to the point
where my side of it must be settled
soon. I was thinking so intently
about this that I ran the car right
past our apartment Dick, too, must
have been absorbed in his iioughts,
for he did not notice it until we had
gone a number of blocks beyond.
"Say, Margie! Is it your inten
tion to go joy riding? If so, I can
name a number of streets I'd rather
travel than this," he exclaimed.
I pulled up quickly. "Dick," I said
without any preliminaries, "I thought
Eleanor Fairlow had lost all her mo
ney. How can she give up her train
ing at the hospital and live at the
hotel?"
"How should I know?" snapped
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