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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
JIM DEFINES A MAN
Jim came in late this afternoon and
we had a long talk.
Jim is a dear.
I told him about Pat and hegave
a long whistle.
"What are you whistling about,
Jim?" I asked.
"At how quickly old Pat got his
work in," said Jim with a laugh.
"You see, Margie, Pat wants to get
married. He wants a home."
"Do you mean to tell me he was
not in love with Mollie and is not in
love with Alice?" was my indignant
"With people of the greatest ca
pacity for loving I have always found
that love was usually a secondary af
fair. That's the kind of a man Pat
is. That kind of a man makes the
best husband, however, and your fa
vorite Alice has done mighty well to
have copped out old Pat I don't
know a man I think would be able to
make a woman happier than he."
' "Jim," I said impulsively, "do you
think I could give a dinner announc
Jim did not bat an eyelid.
"I don't know why not. You could
have the table set around this beau
tiful sun room and you could be
placed in the middle of it the room,
not the table. I think it would not
only be unique, but very beautiful.
Let's make it a rose dinner, Margie,
and you can wear all those flossie
pink flumdiddles, and we'll have
wreaths strung along the tables "
"Jim Edie!" I interrupted, "have
you gone mad? You are planning a
banquet such as was given in an
"Why not? I've been thinking for
a long time that you must be awfully
lonely eating alone here day after
day. Why don't you have Dick in
with you occasionally?"
"I did once, Jim, and it ended in a
"Margie, do you think you are do
ing right by Dick?"
"In what way?"
"By taking all the responsibility of
your illness away from him."
"But, Jim, you don't seem to un
derstand. Think what it would mean
to work hard all day and then come
home to a wife such as I am. Why,
Dick would wishe me dead a hundred
times every week.
"But even if he did," persisted Jim,
"he would at least know you were
living. Margie, you know Dick's
greatest fault is putting all the re
sponsibility he can on some one else
and I think it would do him good to
have to take care of you."
"But I can't do it, Jim. You know
I am very proud and it would make
my life a greater hell than it is now
if I thought I was holding Dick to me
when he wanted to be away. Honest
ly, Jim, if I could I'd set him legally
"Poor Margie, poor Margie!" said
Jim in a choked voice. "You've been
played a pretty low-down rotten
trick, haven't you."
"I presume so," I answjred.
"But don't you know?" he per
sisted. "No, dear Jim, I don't. I may feel
differently tomorrow, but today I just
don't seem to care anything about
it. Just now Dick doesn't seem any
more to me than you do."
Jim came suddenly forward. "Mar
gie, girt," he said earnestly, "don't
get into this kind of a mood; it
means death to all your happiness.
Dick is a good fellow, but he is a
man and, Margie, a man where a
woman is concerned is always more
or less of a cad."
I looked up quickly.
"Yes, I meant it," he continued. "If
a man wants a woman any woman
you may make sure he tries his
best to get her, honestly or other
wise, and when his interest wanes ho