The day book. [volume], January 02, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 21

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"THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
CAN ANY WOMAN -BE EVERYTHING TO. A MAN
Chanter XLI
Dick said no more about my giv
ing him the check and' I did not dare
offer it as I went back to my room
and busied myself with getting things
ready to put in our room. But all my
enthusiasm was out of it.
rfelt that I would be glad when
Dick Went away.
I wanted to be absolutely alone so
that I could adjust myself.
I almost made up my- mind that if
Dick continued to be so lax about
money matters I would go .back to
teaching school. I was not sure that
I had done right to give up my posi
tion. .
I tried to look at the matter from
his point of view, but Freally could
see no reason in his 'stand in the.
matter.
If I give him all that money it will
only mean that he will not be har
assed with debt to the end of Our days
and I am determined not to do it,
even if- this is the rock on which all
our happiness' is wrecked.
I would rather it would tie over at
once with a great big wrench than a
constant worry and annoyance. I
cannot live as does his mother. Out
finances must at least be put on a
Working basis or even our love, as
well as our; credit, will die.
I know that -Dick thinks I am an
obstlrfate woman','- and -this morning
I caught a gleanf in his eye that was
almost hate!
I "have been learning much every,
day. . "
I have never known any other man
familiarly "except Dick.' 'Father died
when I was such a little girl, and a
schoolteacher is not apt to meet
many men unless she thinks more of
society than her work.
I thought I was in love two or three
times, and more' times some callow
youth has thought he was. in love
with me, but when Dick came iuto
my life I knew that he was the only
man I had ever really loved.
Strange that a man can love a wo
man devotedly and yet' not care par-j
ticularly to be friends pr comrades
with her.
Before my marriage I thought
friendship went with love, but I am'
almost sure that when a man wants
a comrade he goes to his own sex.,
The feminine ideal he has enshrined
in his heart is a. sensuous instead of
a sensible woman. I wonder if a wo
man can be both?
Can any one woman be ail in ail
to her husband?
A man gives his wife the admira
tion of the lover, but withholds the
niuch more subtle compliment the
regard of a friend.
He gives her what she asks be
cause of her prerogative of sex, but
refrains from giving her anything,'
even respect, because her brain ca
pacity and capability deserve It.
I love Dick to distraction. The
mere touch of his hand on my shoul
der thrills me inexpressibly. I would
be perfectly unhappy if I were not
his wife, but already I can see that
there must be much "give and take"
before we settle down to any real
happiness. '
I sometimes distrust myself. Am I
asking too much?
God grant that Dick and I will soon
become pals, as "well as lovers.
(To Be .Continued Tomorrow.)
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COULDN'T GET IT
A Scottish farmer recently paid a
visit to a South of England cattle
show, and while walking round got
talking with a native farmer. Neither
'could well understand what the other
said. The Scotsman got a. little net
tled at this, and put it down to the.
Englishman's stupidity.
"Man," he said at last, "yer cows
moo a' ngnt, ana yer cocks craw
quite plain, but I'm hanged if I caa
mak you oot.
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