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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
THE COMFORT OF A REAL FRIEND
I have been lying here wondering
if I would even laugh again.
This afternoon Eleanor Fairlow
was buried. "
For the first time I was glad I was
not able to get out, as I do not think
I would have had the courage to go
to her funeral, and yet I would have
been afraid that people would have
gossiped if I had not You see, little
book, thaeven I am becoming to be
afraid of the speech of people.
Poor old Dick was one of the pall
bearers. I guess, little book, that he
paid, too, in some measure this aft
ernoon. I am glad no one there
could read his mind.
He did not tell me he was going to
be one of the pallbrearers. I sup
pose he wanted to save me as much
as possible, and I have not seen him
Nqw, little book, I am going to
close the door forever. To no one
except you, perhaps, am I going to
mention Eleanor's name again if I
can help it.
During the afternoon Annie came
up and stayed a while with me. She
bi ought little Margaret Ann.
I have always felt nearer to An
nie's little girl than to any other
child I have ever known. You see,
to me, Annie has been part of my
family. I have loved her, and I do
love her now better than any one else
l"Go and kiss your godmother,
Margaret Ann," said Annie. "Let her
have one of those long kisses you
give your daddy when he comes
home to dinner at night"
"But daddy always has candy in
his pocket," was the coaxing reply
as her dewey lips met mine.
"Yes, Miss Margaret," Annie con
tinued, "we're having dinner instead
of supper at our house now and Tim
C3 really putting on more dog than if
he was the mayor himself. I've got ,
a girl to wait on me, me that used to
do your washing and be very glad to
get it, and now I call upon you as a
"But you were always my friend,
Annie, the best friend I have in all
the world. The times you have given
me all the love your great, honest
Irish heart will never be forgotten fff
and I can never repay. I am looking
forward, Annie, to the time when lit
tle Margaret Ann will marry one of
Annie looked up rather startled
and murmured: "And Tim and me
came over from Ireland in the steer
age." She glanced at the radiant
beauty of her baby who had cuddled
herself in my arms and her eyes
filled with the prideful tears of moth
er love. "Stranger things than that
have happened," she said.
Then she looked up quickly and
remarked: "Isn't it strange, Miss
Margaret, that we women are always
thinking of our daughters getting
married even before they are out of
"Aftei all, with us women folks it
is our husband and children that
make up our lives. I am hoping you
will soon get well and have a baby of
your own. No woman is quite perfect -until
she has a living child to care for
and knows the cares of and joys of
"That's true, Annie," I said, as I
thought of Sonny, "but children are
not for me. f
Then for the first time I put my
fears into words.
"Annie, do you think there is any
ing the matter with my back? Has"
any one said anything to you
Annie was startled, but I could see
she thought I was all right What is .
the use of worrying. Of course, I am ,
all right or some one would have ;
told me before this.
(To Be Continued.)
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