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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
ANNIE CONFIRMS ELIENE'S OPINION.
Annie brought little Margaret, Anne
over to see me and a more adorable
child I never saw. Margaret Anne
has the Irish imagination that will
probably get her into a lot of trouble
and the Irish quick wit that will get
her out of it
I was hugging her up to me, enjoy
ing the luxury of her dewey mouth
against mine. It was as sweet as a
half-blown rose when she looked up
in my face and asked seriously:
"Auntie Margie, do you know that
dead people can't talk at all?"
I looked at Annie, who said: "Go
downstairs, darling, and see if you
can bring up those posies for Auntie
After she had gone Annie said:
"Margaret Anne has just learned by
sad experience that dead people can't
talk. She came home the other day
and told me she had been run over
by the street car and made all dead.
I said: 'Margaret Anne, you are telling
a lie and I don't know what you
would do if you should really die be
fore God had forgiven you for it.'
"She looked at me rather queerly
as the idea was new to her. Then she
said: 'How do you know I was not
made all dead by the street car?'
"Because dead people can't talk.
Now you had better go up to your lit
tle bed and ask God to forgive you,
and some time this week well tell
Father Carney all about it, too.
"Go on, dearie; kneel down by your
little bed and say a prayer and I'm
sure He'll make it all right
"She plunked down on her soft
knees with a thud that made me
shudder for her baby bones. Tightly
she closed her eyes and quickly she
opened them again and her beautiful
mouth curled up in a fashion so like
Tim's that I wanted to grab her up
then and there and kiss her. But I
kept still and it was well I did for this
is what that blessed baby asked:
" 'God can't you take a joke?' "
"She has hit the nail on the head,
Annie," I said, when I could speak
from laughing. "If God does not have
a sense of humor I am much afraid he
sometimes wonders what we poor
people are thinking of when we blind
ly set all his laws at naught in our
mad desire to clasp the substance of
Annie looked up suddenly. "Is it
a dream, Miss Margaret," she asked,
"to want little Margaret Anne to have
all that the world can give all that
her beauty and sweetness deserves.
Oh, Miss Margaret, I sometimes think
I am happier than I deserve, for you
remember that there was a time
when I was for leaving Tim to his
own devices. If I bad which praise
be to God I did not I would never
have known the comfort of that
"And, Annie, if you had not had the
'blessed baby' would you still be glad
that you worked those three awful
years when Tim was drinking?"
"Yes, Miss Margaret," she said sol
emnly. "I think I'd rather go back to
all the sorrow and hurt of that time
rather than lose Tim out of my life.
He is my man, Miss Margaret, and al
ways will be, whether he is plain Tim
Lafferty or his honor the chief of po
"But he isn't the chief yet, Annie."
"But he will be," she answered,
"and when he is I'll know I made him
it, for he would still lie about Con
way's saloon if I had not stuck by
There you have them all, little
book, from Eliene to Annie. They
say if one can just get across the
rough water of the matrimonial sea
yoti will surely find safe harbor.
And yet well, I can see that not
one of those dear women is the same
since she lost all illusion and found
life only a work-a-day place after all.
(To Be Continued.)
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