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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
JIM COMES TO SEE ME
"You girls are certainly easy to
look at," proclaimed a gay voice,
and Jim Edie came through the door
out to my enclosed porch living
"Yes, isn't Margie pretty," asked
"And she knows it," proclaimed
Jim. "Otherwise why should she go
to the trouble of having all those
frilly duds and ribbony ends about
'Now, Jim!" I exclaimed, "you
certainly would not want me to make
myself any more of an eyesore to
my friends than I can help, do you?
If the externals are pretty perhaps
everyone but me will forget that I
have worse than sack cloth under
neath. But let's not talk about me.
As a subject of conversation I am not
at all interesting. Tell Mollie and
me why you are "out here at eleven
o'clock in the morning. If 1 were noi
a hopeless invalid I am afraid this
visit might promote scandal. In
America mendo not -call on married
women when their husbands are not
"And I don't think they make many
calls on women abroad in the morn
ing, Jim," said .Mollie with a laugh.
"I know why you came, Jim," I ac
cused, "it was because you saw Mol
lie's electric standing out infront."
"No ma'am, I didn't do nothin' of
the kind," protested Jim, pulling his
forelock in rustic fashion. "I just
wanted to see the little lady of the
"Oh Jim, what a pretty name! It
that what you call me now-a-days?"
- "Oh, I've called you prettier
names than that long-before your
accident, but I took mighty good
care only to call you them to my
self," said Jim in a manner which
made it impossible to guess whether
he was joking or in earnest
"I heard another man call Mar
gie pretty names," remarked Mol
lie, "and he was way over in Paris."
"Who was that?" I asked curious
ly; "Malcolm Stuart"
For some reason a shade went
over Jim's face and I at once jumped
at the conclusion that he did not
like "rjy most interesting man." ifj
, "What is the matter with Malcolm
Stuart, Jim?" asked Mollie, who evi- 1
dently also notfded his expression.
"Nothing," he answered, noncom
mitally, "except a case of altogether
too much money, linked together
with a pleasure-loving temperament
and 'a curiosity and imagination that
"You're jealous," laughed Mollie.
"He is a better -looking man than
you are and altogether more inter
esting." "Did yod too think him very in
teresting, Mollie"?" I interrupted.
"I certainly did," said Mollie with
conviction, "and I wish you could
have heard what he said when he
found out that you were- my steter-in-law."
Mollie paused, and although
I was dying to hear, I was too proud
or perhaps too much interested in
the answer to ask what it was.
However, Mollie went on uncon
sciously: "Mr. Stuart said, Margie,
that he thought you , bad the mind
of a.man, the soul of a woman, the
heart of a child and the face of an
"By the great horned spoon! that
is some flattery," ejaculated Jim, '
and of course we all laughed.
"So that was the reason he took
the trouble to tell you the history of
his life the time he was over at the j)
"He did not tell me the history of
his Mfe, Jim," I protested;'
"You bet he didn't all of it," said " "
"He said," continued Mollie, as
though Jim had not spoken, "that,
with your vivid coloring -and yqur
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