The day book. [volume], January 05, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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And they looked, and the money
was found, and, so far as Mr. Porter
was concerned, Glennon was vindi
cated. There came a day when to the con
valescent Dawson explained every
thing. The tears of contrition and
gratitude were coursing down the
cheeks of the wasted face.
"Oh, .my friend!" sobbed Glennon;
"you have saved me. But I "
"Will go back to work when you
are well enough and forget all about
a temptation that must never come
to you again. We only know "
"And II" spoke Irene Glennon,
stepping into view. "Oh, I would be
a slave for life for what you have
done for us!"
"Yes, the slave of love my cher
ished wife, if you will," spoke Daw
son fervently, "together to shield this
dear old man from all of evil."
And so, love guarded the secret,
and so, Harvey Glennon took to the
soul a lesson that purified it.
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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK IS GOOD NATURED AGAIN
Chapter XLIII.
Dinner tonight was a feast, al
though Dick ordered a beefsteak. (I'll
wager he eats beefsteak six nights
out of seven.) I don't particularly
care what I eat as long as Dick is
pleased with me.
After dinner I said: "Dick, let's
go down on the theater car," for I
knew he was contemplating a motor
trip which I felt we could, not afford.
"Sure, if you had just as lief, Mar
gie?" he asked in- a somewhat re
lieved tone.
"I would much rather, my dear
boy," I answered. "Besides, we are
old married folks now."
"Yes, thank God," said. Dick fer
vently, and then he .whispered close
to my ear: "Oh, if you only knew,
Margie, how-much I love you."
"Always, Dick?" I asked.
"Donf you know, you foolish girl,
that' I do?" he answered. Which I
think is Dick's way of not telling me
that he does not love me when I dis
agree with him.
While we were waiting for the car
he said in a tone which sounded as
though he had never discussed- the
using- of his credit by his mother:
''You can use the $150 to pay moth
er's bills. I told her today that now
that I had a family of my own she
would have to stretch father's credit
far enough to meet her expenses."
"I'm sorry, Dick, that you had to
do this."
"Well, my dear, I can't have you
paying my mother's bills out of your "
money. Can I?"
."You know it will mean more to
her than just giving up the money.
It will be the breaking og another tie
which holds hef to her son," I ex
plained, for I knew just how I should
feel when the time came for me to
give the I. hope will be mine to an
other woman.
"I am afraid you were a little
brusque with her, Dick. I hope you
did not needlessly hurt her by your
manner of saying we must have all
our own money- now." '
"Well, she didn't like It very well.
Mother is like many other women;
she hat;es the naked truth as much
as she does any other nudity."
"Oh, Dick, I am afraid that she will
think I am the bottom of it," I ven
tured. "Well, you are, aren't you?" asked
Dick with-a grip. "I can't support
two families at least on my present
salary."
I am never quite able to see any
thing to laugh at when Dick makes
remarks about other marriages,
other women or other families in that
off-hand manner of his, as though
such things were apt to -be a part of
the average, man's affairs, even when
I know he does it to see me give a
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