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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
"DO YOU STILL LOVE ME?"
"You must look your prettiest to
night, Madge," said Dick as he came
from the telephone at luncheon time,
"for Mr. Belden and his wife have
invited us to go to the theater and
then they are going to take us to one
of the swell Bohemian places. I've
never seen. Belden's wife, but they
tell me she is one of the best lookers
that frequents the Broadway restau
rants. "Well, dear, I'll wear my brown
and gold evening gown,"
"Do you mean that glittering,
. beady thing "you showed me the other
day at Buffalo?"
"The same," I answered with a
"Then I'll bet she'll have to go
some to stack up beside you, dear,
for I am sure you'll look like a shim
mering sort of a dream in those
shades of red, brown and burnished
gold which just match your eyes and
"Goodness, Dick!" I exclaimed, "I
didn't know you were so observing.
I'll have to be very particular how I
"You -suit me always, Margie, but
I think I like you best in brown."
"All right, Dick I'll remember that"
"Don't worry about my taste when
you are picking out your clothes. I
never intend to be one of those mas
culine pests who goes with his wife
when she buys her hats. I don't want
you to pick out my clothes, and I am
sure you know what is best for your-'
"For this relief much thanks," I
quoted, dropping my high lord a low
purtsy. "One of the trials of married
life that I thought was in store for
me was having you compare a hat on
a beautiful millinery model and then
Dick grabbed me and pulled me
down to his lap. "There is no woman
in the world, sweetheart, that will
look better in any old hat than you."
"Perhaps you think so now, Dick,
but there are always young models
and I grow old."
"There you go again, Margie; isn't
it enough that I think so now why
will you borrow trouble from the
future Do you know, dear, I be
lieve that half the women make
themselves miserable by thinking and
worrying about what is to happen?
Don't you know if you enjoy the
pleasure of the moment you've had
it? No one can take it from you.
Whatever comes afterward cannot
obliterate that fact."
"Perhaps you are right, Dick," I
said rather wistfully, "but, oh! I
want you to love me always always
as I shall love youand do you know,
Mr. Husband, I don't believe you
have asked me if I loved you since
we were married."
"Yes, I have," stoutly affirmed
Dick. But nevertheless he had not.
Some way I am not as sure of it as
I was before we were married. Al
ready I have found, out that it Is the
man'who asks, "Do you still love
me?" before the wedding day and the
woman who keeps questioning after
the wedding, "Do you still love me?"
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.
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