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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
BUSINESS IS THE RIVAL OF LOVE
Dick slept badly last night, little
book, for I heard him turning over
and over in the twin bed beside me.
At last I spoke to him.
"Wouldn't you like to snap on the
light and read a little, dear? Perhaps
you could go to sleep then."
"Oh, Margie," he said, "I hoped
I would not disturb you, but I am
certainly restless tonight."
"What is the matter, Dick? You
used to be a wonderful sleeper."
Dick turned on the light and, rais
ing himself on his elbow, looked over
at me. "Margie," he said, "do you
realize you are growing sweeter
"Why this sudden compliment,
dear? I realize I am growing older
"What difference does that make?
The one thing age cannot spoil and
at last blot out is sweetness."
"Yes," I answered with a laugh. "I
expect it is one of those wonderful
compensations of age that people
mention when you are beginning to
look ahead to the passing of youth."
"Middle age!" sniffed Dick. "Why,
at this minute, with your hair in
braids and your eyes like a sleepy
child's, you do not look a day over
15." Then he stopped abruptly and
sighed and almost whispered to him
self, "and I feel so old I feel so old."
"Margie, I haven't had a good
night's sleep for at least a month. I
came down here with the boys who
are" interested in Harry's nomination
to see if I could not for just a day or
two get my mind away from busi
ness, but it seems to be of no use."
"Are things in such a tangle,
"Yes, dear. I did not mean to tell
you, but perhaps it is better for you
to know than to have you speculat
ing about what is worrying me. Mar
gie, a week ago I made a call loan
for $150,000 and put up the plant of
Jie book concern as collateral, We
have been sailing pletty close to the
wind ever since Mr. Selwin died.
"You remember then I told you he
left things in pretty bad shape. Dear
old Mrs. Selwin has about as much
idea of business as a kitten and her
philanthropies and expenses are enor- Jta
mous. -I have not wanted to stint
her in any way, for I felt all we have
we owe the Selwins, and Mr. Selwin
trusted me to take care of his wife
as if I were his son.
"Things were going along beau
tifully and I looked to see everything
on easy street this fall when, '
through the assinine carelessness of
one of our men, we lost the
city contract for new arithmetics and
spellers. I had to have money to
make my last payment on notes
which Mrs. Selwin had made, a pay
ment on which I could get no exten
sion (I have a pretty clear idea that
one of our rivals is pushing it), con
sequently I did the next best thing.
"There are three contracts that
will make things all right if we get
them. I am going after them myself,
but it keeps me on the rack to know
just what to do to outwit my rivals,
who are all after the business, ana
yet to make some money on the con
tracts." Dick stopped and looked moodily
into one of the dark corners of the
room. All at once it came over me
how his face has changed in the last
year and a half since Mr. Selwin's
It shows strength in the greying
locks at his temples, in the firmer setJ
of the jaw and in the tightness of his
now seldom smiling mouth. "L
Evidently, little book, Dick has$
found that life is not a playground,
but a battlefield. He is much hetter
looking than when we were married
and I am beginning to understand
he deserves much respect and ad
miration for the way he has set his
house in order and is keeping it up