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use to be kept to worry anyone and
then I shall "
"But, Mrs. Waverly, you are get
"If I am it is so slowly that i can
not see it"
From some impulse that I could
not understand I took up-the tele
phone and called Dick.
A TELEPHONE TRIANGLE
I do not know how the wires got
crossed. I've read of such things in
story books, but I never believed they
I lay there on my bed of pain and
heard a cooing voice say: "But,
Dicky boy, you told me last night
that you loved me. Don't you feel the
"Why, of course, I feel the same,
honey," came in Dick's clear, cool
tones.' "but you know I can't say it
over the phone. I'll tell it to you to
night, however, in no uncertain
"Oh, darling," came the words in
a murmur, "you're the very sweetest
Dicky boy in all the great, big
Even while I was listening to hear
what Dick would say to that, my
mind flew back to the time when we
were first married and he was so
peeved when I called him "Dicky."
He seemed to like it now, however.
For he said, "Say it again, honey. I
know it isn't true, but I like it just
"Of course, it is true," was the an
swer from the other end of the wire.
"Is there another man in all the
world would be as sweet to me as my
Dicky boy is, and doesn't every one
say that you are a monument of pa
tience with that sick wife of yours?"
"We'll leave my wife out of it, Co
ralie," said Dick in a choked voice.
"I wish I could, dear boy, I wish I
could," came in the tender tones of
the woman's voice, supplemented by
a kind of groan from Dick, "but I'm
going to make you happy in spite of ,
! it And now, please, say it to me be
fore I ring off."
"But, my dear girl, you would not
have me say things over the 'phone
would you? I'll say it tonigljt when
I see you." .
"All right, Dicky boy, I'll just say
it to myself and good-bye until to
night" "Good-bye, little girl," said Dick,
and I heard a click, click, which evi- Qj
dently meant that they had both
"rung off," as a maddeningly indif
ferent voice came to me with "num
I too hung up the 'phone and I
must almost have fainted as my dear
little nurse.'who had gone out of the
room, as she always does when I pick
up the 'phone, came hurrying to me
with, "What is the matter, Mrs. Wa
verly. Shall I telephone for Mr. Wa
verly to come home immediately?"
I managed to say, "No, dear," and
then turned my face to the wall.
All the time my heart was saying,
"It is just as you thought it would
be. Dick has to take his happiness
'in spite of you.' "
For the moment everyone's affairs
and troubles but my own were for
gotten. I wonder, little book, how many
other women have faced this situa
tion as I was doing where they had
to look into the future and see that'
their husbands were trying to "be
happy in spke of them." Very few I
think who could see no way of mak
ing it easier for either themselves
or their husbands because.they were
in my condition. I am selfish,
enough almost to wish I were insane,
for then I would not know.
Oh, little book, I am almost ready
to think that knowledge of any kind )
only means unhappiness. We al
ways hunger to know. We' are like
Faust and are ready to sell our souls
for knowledge as he did for youth,
but it never satisfies Knowledge of
any kind, is not food for aching
hearts, thirsty souls or . teeming
brains. It is only, the whgt for the.