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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK DOES NOT
Dick brought the letter from
Eleanor that I am pasting on your
pages, little book.
"Margie," he said, "you and Elea
nor are certainly "queer women. I
don't believe either one of you is
jealous of the other."
"No, Dick, I am not jealous of
Eleanor Fairlow. I am sorry, oh, so
sorry for both her and myself.
"She tells you in this wonderful
letter, which no man least of all
you, my dear husband will under
stand, that you are not worthy of
me. Least of all are you worthy of
her. Oh, can't you see, Dick, that
she gave unreservedly, knowing the
consequences would mean death in
life to her, and you took, as all men
take, without one thought beyond the
moment And now you think of it all
with annoyance because in a meas
ure you have been made to pay for
your whilesome pleasure. She goes
into the holy of holies at her soul
and tells that to her the thought that
to you she was all in all for just 'one
little hour of radiance blest' will be
enough for her to feed on memory
forever more. Sentiment, of course,
but all women have it more and all
"But I am very sentimental about
you, dear," said Dick, coming toward
me, arms outstretched.
I wonder if I can make you under
stand, little book, how I revolted at
the thought of Dick's embrace. That
he should think I had already not
only forgiven, but forgotten all was
more than I could stand.
"Don't, Dick," I said, shrinking
back from him.
"Why, Margie, aren't you going to
let me love you any more?"
"I don't know, Dick, what I am go
ing to do in the future. I only know
that I cannot yet suffer caresses that
I know I have had to share almost
from my honeymoon days, not only
with Eleanor Fairlow, who had the
supreme excuse of loving, but with
countless others to whom you paid
Dick looked very much cast down.
"I expect you are thinking," I said,
"that you are very much abused by
a wife for whom you have given up
all your sweethearts."
I really had to smile, little book, for
I could see by Dick's face that he
was thinking just this thingHe tried
to be very calm, however, and said:
"Well, I'll write a little note to Elea
nor and send her a check and then
he stopped and seemed rather un
comfortable. At last he brought out
the difficulty: "Margie, have you any
money? I find my account is over
drawn at the bank this monung.'
"That being the case, Dick. I do not
see how you can send Eleanor Fair
low a check," I answered evenly.
"Why, you are not going to let her
go without money?" he inquired with
an intonation that showed he was
disappointed in me.
"I certainly am not," I answered.
"But, my dear Dick ,this time it will
be my check instead of yours that
"So you don't want me to answer
that letter?" he asked.
"I am not asking anything of you,
but you seldom write letters. At
least in the ten years we have been
married you have written me only
three even in this I have been put
on the same plane with your other
"Stop, Margie, I won't listen to
"I am afraid you will have to listen,
Dick, but I will say only this: I am
not going to live with you as your
wife until you have again won my
love, and I promise you you will have
to work harder for -it than you ever
"Oh, but Margie, you can't live in
the same house with me and not be