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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MY FRIENDS GATHER TO DISCUSS THE NEWS
Jim, dear old Jim, who has never
yet failed me, came over to see me
yesterday.
"So it is decided," he said.
"Yes, there is nothing else to do.
"Are you frightened?"
"Of course, but I think it is be
cause of the pain. Of course, my
dear Jim, I can't tell how much of
my fear comes from the thought that
I am facing death as well as taking
my only chance of life, but I try to
think that if I go through with it of
course everything will be all right,
and if I don't why, Jim, I've lived
lived in much fuller fashion than
most women.
"I've loved and been loved deeply.
I have had moments of great joy and
ecstacy that have made up for weeks
of grief and days of pain. I have had
success in the greatest measure. I
have known what it is to desire re
ward and get it.
"Margie," asked Jim solemnly,
"don't you want to live?'
"Why, of course, I want to live."
"Then you should be awfully
frightened now."
"I am, but do you knoWj Jim-, I
have that kind of courage which I
suppose is three parts vanity.
"All right, Margie," said Jim, and
he looked at me rather strangely, "all
right, dear girl, I wish you good
luck."
"But you will see me again many
times before I have the operation,
Jim. I am not going to have it right
away, you know. ' I have to go
through all sorts of preparation
first,"
"Well, I'll probably be around
again, but I guess I am a little selfish.
I can't bear to look at you, Margie,
and think of what is coming to you."
"Well, dear Jim, you just tag
around with Dick, will you? I think
he fells quite the same as you do and
I want you boys to always remember
this, that in cases of this kind it is
not the victim that suffers as much
as the friends who look on."
Just then Mollie came in with a
letter from her mother.' They are still
in Paris and Mrs. Trent is reveling in
the joys that she has evidently al
ways wanted but never had before.
I am so glad that life has been cast
in such pleasant places for her.
I also receiyed some letters, one
from Mary, who tells me she is per
fectly happy, and her husband is still
all that she could ask. She writes:
"I don't think now we will be -home
until after baby comes. We have
taken a little place just outside of
Paris, and oh, Margie, how I wish
you were here to help me enjoy it!
"I am reveling in buying the dain
tiest baby clothes; You know the
needle women of Paris are simply
wonderful. I thought when I saw
your layette for sonny that it was
the most exquisite of any I had ever
seen, but really mine is even more
beautiful Max wants to have every
thing" I fancy.
"Isn't it nice to have "money? I
can appreciate it, perhaps, more
than any of you because I have been
so poor, so poor not only in money,
but also in love, and oh, I wanted
them bothjso very much, and Mar
gie, Margie, rejoice with me, for I
have them both.
"As soon as you get well you must
come over to .Paris you and Dick i
and see us. I'd just love to see you,
dear, for outside of Max I love you
best of apy one on earth.
"Yes, Margie, I am sure now that
I love my husband. Isn't it a good
thing that we women are so const!-,
tuted that we can learn to love any
man who is always good to us if he
just sticks around?"
(To Be Continued.)
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A patent for a paper umbrella, to
be perfectly waterproof, has been
granted to its New York inventor.
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