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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WE ONLY LIVE ONE DAY AT A TIME
. "When are you going to commence
your writing, Margie?" asked Mollie
when Annie had left to get Terry's
dinner. - -
"When are you going to begin
raising a family?" I parried.
"Just as -soon as I can," said Mol
lie sturdily. "I want a large fam
ily " and then her face fell. "Do
you know, Margie, I don't believe
Chad cares very much for children.
He was playing that divine 'Jewels
from the Madonna' for me the other
night and a child in the next room
to ours cried. He stopped and said,
'You see,. Mollie dear, what a nui
sance a lot of children would be in
a house. "
"The trouble with Chadwick," I
said, "is that he has always had too
much money. He has always had
the little wrinkles of life smoothed
out for him."
"But, Margie, he certainly was a
poor, unfortunate, unloved, nice boy
and man until I came into his, life,"
Mollie answered, springing to her
husband's defense, as all wives do at
the first bit of criticism against them.
"Yes, dear, I know that, but here
as well as elsewhere I think, his
money made things worse. If he
'had had to get out and hustle at
that time he, would not have had so
much time to think about himself,
and how terribly the world had been
using him. -I hope, dear, you will
have a big familyv for while your
Chad is a dear chap, he is rather sel
fish in a way."
"I won't let even you call him that,
Margie!" was Mollie's quick inter
ruption. "Why he isn't the least bit
selfish, compared to the other men
I have known. No one ever asks him
for help that he does not open his
pocketbook, or write a check. I tell
him he is rather foolish about it."
"My dear little sister, I think your
husband is a charming chap, but you
Lmust remember tha for a person
who has money, money is the easiest
thing in the world to give. It is when
we give ourselves that we can be
called truly charitable. Don't think
I am carping, for I love Chad almost
as much as you do."
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Mollie.
Please, Margie, don't ask me to think
about it all too much. I don't want
to be always asking, 'Why do I feel
this way, when did I feel this way be
fore, and will I feel this way again?'
I want to have as good time as I can,
do my duty to myself, for that means
my duty to all those with whom I
come in contact. I want to forget all
the annoyances as soon as they pass
and not worry too much about the
"You are right, Mollie, and it is
better to jump at that conclusion
than to reach it by the logical 'de
duction made from everyday experi
ences." "I knew this, and let me tell you
this, dear, it is only by keeping be
fore my eyes that fact that we only
live one day at a time that I am able
to live at alL"
We only live one day at a time,
One fleeting day,
No matter if gold" be the sunkissed
Or shadows grey.
The hours that lengthen 'neath sor
Joy can defy.
The friends that bask in our merry
Flee when we sigh.
The cup that is fullest of pleasure's
Is quickly drained,
And time dries the eyes that blis
When teardrops rained.
Yes! laughter is measured by one
50 fades the sigh, .. t A , a- :Jt