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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
A TALK WITH DONNA TENNEY
The next day Donna Tenny came
to see me.
"Why, Margie," she- exclaimed, as
she saw me, "I really believe you are
the prettiest invalid I have seen for
a long time."
"Well," I answered, "it may be
some satisfaction to most people to
look well, and I expect that subcon
sciously I get some enjoyment out of
it, but the pain has quite overshadow
ed any inclination to doll up as yet.
You must give all the credit to my
"Yes, now that I look at you, dear,
you are rather pale and worn, but
that wonderful blue bed coat over
that lacy lingerie, and that coquettish
cap with its blue ribbons are just
charming. I'm glad I did not bring
"No man would want to flirt with a
bed-ridden woman no matter how
coquettish she managed to make her
negligee," I said somewhat bitterly.
"What is the matter, Margie?"
asked Donna quickly. "That tone is
not wholly physical There is more
hurt there than comes from a broken
"If you had one, my dear, you
would not have to look further for ex
cuse for bitter tones," I rejoined.
"Tell me about yourself. Are you
"Now, Margie, you certainly know
that old Persian saying which freely
translated runs: 'We have heard that
there is such a thing as perfect hap
piness in heaven.' "
"But are you as happy as you were
years ago in your first marriage with
Bill? No, dear," I hastened to say as
she tried to interrupt, "I don't waut
you to tell me anything you don't
want to tell, but I have a very grave
reason for asking."
"Don't do it, Margie," she said very
quietly. "Don't do what you are
thinking of. If Dick is kind to you
when he is with you; if you are well
taken care of which you are don't
rush out into the world and try to
'buck' it alone.
"They can talk about the good
times widows either widowed by
death or divorce have, but unless
you happen to be a widow who is in
love with some other man you cer
tainly can expect to lead more or less
of a lonely and unhappy life.
"You can't always be calling on
your unmarried friends, for you will
find many times you make the tradi
tional three that spells a crowd.
"And here is another thing which
makes for unrest. Whatever your
husband was you had gotten used to
him and, womanlike, unless you fall
head over heels in love and I don't
think you are the kind of a woman
who would do that easily you will be
afraid to try the thing over.
"I expect, dear, that every married
woman has times when she wishes
she were not married, and let me tell
you, dear, that she is not alone in
"I am sure that every married man
also gets tired of his monotonous
mate and longs for freedom.
"So you see, dear, the only differ
ence is that man takes a little browse
around and usually comes back home
quite content, and woman just lets
the notion make her restless.
"No, Margie, I am not as delirious
ly happy with Bill as I was when we
were married sthe first time, but I
think I am more content. I don't
love him as much as I did then, but
I like him better. I have come to the
conclusion that Kitty Malram, now
that she is dead, seems to Bill to be
the one great love of his life.
"I sit some nights across from him
at table and I watch his eyes alight
as he raises his glass to his lips, and
I know he is not drinking to me, but
to memories of her..
"I am. farther from him at those