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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
INDIFFERENCE TO DICK WORRIES MARGIE
"Malcolm Stuart is a fascinating
man," said Mollie as we returned
from the public dining room to my
little suite at the hotel. "I -wonder
why he never married."
' I could not tell her, little book, of
that tragic pagein his life -which he
told me in confidence when I first
knew him, and so I simply remarked,
"He" rather strikes me, however,"
continued Mollie, i "as a universal
lover more than a serious settled
down married man. Is that the way
he strikes you, Margie?"
'" "I have never thought much about
him as a lover or husband, Mollie," I
said with a laugh. "I do, however,
have a distinctly friendly feeling for
him that is different from that I feel
for any other man, for you know,
.Mollie, he saved me from being a
hopeless, helpless log. If he had not
written you about Dr. Virot I would
still be in bed unable to move or help
myself. I cannot help being grateful
to him for that, although I think per
haps his interest was actuated quite
as much by pride in the surgical
genius of his friend as pity for my
"D$ you know the doctor is going
to stay in this country and become
the head of a free hospital for chil
dren affected with diseases of the
spine?" Mollie asked.
"I saw it in the paper the other
day," I answered evasively.
"Someone told me Malcolm-Stuart
is financing the institution," volun
"Well, he can amply afford to do
so," I murmured. "Dick told me
when I first met Malcolm Stuart at
Eliene's that his income was easily
half a million dollars a year. He
can't begin to spend that amount on
himself, and I am sure nothing could
be more sympathetic and charitable
than bringing hope into the lives of
poor little crippled children,"
"I wish, Margie," said Mollie,
changing the subject, "that you
would persuade Dick to come over
for a week or two."
"I am afraid my powers of persua
sion with Dick are nil, Mollie," I said.
"Looking back over our married life
I can't seem to remember that Dick
Waverly ever did anything for his
wife simply because she wanted it
"Margie, I hope you are not grow
ing bitter." i
"No, Mollie dear, I am only stating
a fact. But I would feel better about
'myself if. I were bitter. It hurts me
that now I have no more feeling
about Dick and his affairs. I think
he never again can hurt me, but I
shall also miss his power to give me
"The thing that worries me4 Mollie,
is my complete indifference to Dick.
There, I have said it I did not mean
to tell it to 'anyone., but if you can
understand the paradox of my feel
ings, my greatest hurt in this matter
Is the fast that I no longer feel hurt
at anything Dick does or can do."
"You poor unhappy woman!"
"No, dear, I am not unhappy. I
have just ceased to feel that is alL
I am coming back to my life in Sep?
tember and try and interest myself
in something. I am not going to be
a grouch-jr-I am not going to indulge
in self-pity. Somehow I am sure I
am as much to blame for this state
of affairs as Dick, only my sin must
have been the sin of ignoranqe and
misunderstanding. If sonny had
"But you are young," interrupted
Mollie, and will have other children."
"I hope so," I said gravely. "But
no child will ever be to me what
sonny might have been."
Mollie blushed and suddenly drew
near to me.' "Margie," she said,
"soon I shall have a child."
(Tp Be Continued)