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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
-MODESTY IS CONCEIVED IN THE MIND
We met Dick going in the hotel. He
seemed very glad to see his father,
and as he put 'his arms about his
mother and kissed her I could see he
was very fond of her.
Up to this time I had been thinking
to myself that I did not marry Dick's
family, butit came tb me all at once
that that was just what I had done.
No man or woman who marries can
help marrying the whole family.
"Get a room as near us as possible
for your father and mother, Dick," I
said, "for they are going to stay with
us all night."
"Good!" exclaimed Dick heartily.
By the time we were upstairs Dick
followed us with the keys to a room
just across the hall, and in a few mo
ments the folks were settled, and
Dick's father came across and opened
the door. ,
"Well, well; Margie!" he said, "you
certainly have made a pretty place
"Do you think so, Dad?" asked
Dick proudly. "I think myself it's
about' the only thing in interior deco
ration, but, you see, I may be rather
Just then his mother came in. I
could see by her face that she was
agreeably surprised by the rooms,
and' she said: "Where did you learn
so much, Margie, about household
decoration? You have certainly made
as pleasant an abiding place for Dick
as anyone could wish."
"Do you think so, Mother, dear?"
I questioned gayly. "It's awfully
sweet of you to say so." I had never
seen Dick look happier since we were
married than he did as I went over
and. kissed his mother.
"I not only think it, but I am going
to ask Margie to help me do over our
house next spring."
Although Dad growled at what he
called "useless expense," I, for once, 1
took his wife's side, for I had been
ust aching to "do over" that house
with its beautiful "things put side by
side with ugly things.
"I won't let you use any nudes,
though, Margie," said' Mother Waver
ly as she stood before one of my pet
pictures, a dry point etching of Hen
ner called "At the Fountain." The
picture was chaste and beautiful a
very rare expression of the famous
"Of, course, that is a matter of
taste, mother dear (after the first,
plunge calling her mother comes
easy). Personally, I can see nothing
wrong in the picture, but it is only a
question of taste not morals."
"Do you really think it is modest?"
"I don't know that I realize just
what the word modest means to
you," I answered. "It seems to me
that every person, as well as every
country, has a different definition. To
me what people call modesty is some
thing which most people cannot de
fine, but which they make to cover a
certain prescribed standard of con
duct which must not be deviated from
under any circumstances."
"And the deviations are much
worse if the other fellow does the de
viating," put in Mollie.
"I am going to teach my children
when you have them," broke in Dick,
"that decency and indecency are con
ceived in the mind and, like all other
cieated things, they musbe conceiv
ed before they are born in words and
"I shall tach them," said I, "that
they must keep their minds pure and
then purity of action and body will
follow as surely as the night the day."
"Let's continue the lecture after
dinner," said Dick, with a smile, "I'm
"So am I," I answered. "Come on,
(To Be Continued Monday.)