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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WHAT YOU GET FREE, YOU PAY FOR MOST
'Why are you so bitter this morn-
W Ing, Malcolm?" I asked. "I have
never seen you in such a pessimistic
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Immediately, little book, Malcolm
Stuart forced a very different smile
40 his lips as he said: "Perhaps, little
Lady Salvia, it is because for the first
time in my life I want something that
is not for sale something that I
"Why don't you try to make the
people who have it give it to you,
Malcolm? I have always noticed the
things that money cannot buy are
those that are usually given freely
and without price."
He walked away from me quickly
and went over to the railing. Then
as quickly turned around and came
"My dear Margie, no one in all the
world has ever given me anything,"
"Dh, yes, they have," I answered.
"You just remarked Dr. Virot and I
had given you something you value
"But, my dear girl, I am really pay
ing more for it than for anything I
even bought in my life."
"Is being good so very hard for
you, Malcolm?" I asked with a smile.
I asked my question idly, for I
thought he was fooling, as I was, but
I was really frightened, little book,
when I saw his face change. It whit
ened until I thought all his blood was
leaving his heart. His lips tightened
and the eyes widened with pain.
"Yes, dear little Lady Salvia, I am
.finding it very hard to be good so
hard that at times I am almost sure
some day I'll succumb to the temp
tation that assails me and then I
know I shall lose you and your dearly
bought friendship." ,
"I'm probably not worth it, Mal
colm," I said. "I have almost come
to the conclusion that my life so far
has been rather futile."
"Dear little Lady Salvia, you have
given me the only real substantial
happiness I have ever known. Until
I knew you I did not know God made
such women. Had I known you ear
lier I would have been a better man."
"My dear Malcolm, I am the aver
age woman, neither better nor worse,
I am afraid. I think Mollie will make
more of her life than I, and I am sure "
Mary and Eliene have already done
so. I wonder if you eyer met my dear
Annie Lafferty. There is a woman .
who has certainly made bricks with
out straw. I have only lived from
day to day, trying always to do the
duty that was nearest me and
sometimes, I am afraid, I have not
"I want to meet your husband,
Margie I want to make friends with
him," interrupted Malcolm at this
point. "Sometimes I think he has in
tentionally avoided me."
"No, I don't think that, Malcolm.
You must remember you have been
in the city where our home is but a
few times. You know me because
you have written to me and felt sorry
for me. For the last few years. I have
been more or less in your thoughts.
"And you Jbave been away when he
has been down here. I am sure it is
all force of circumstances. I know
you would like Dick he is a real
man. He lacks your artistic tempera
ment, but you would find much in
him to admire."
"That isn't it, Margie. It is wheth
er your husband would like me. You,:
see I have lived' so long outside the '
world and activities of men that ,
sometimes when I am with them 1
find they speak a different language :
from mine. For many years r have,
paid no attention to business, which J
may account for this in a measure." "
"Well, you will have a chance to
see Dick tomorrow. He is coming
"I am terribly sorry," said Mai-