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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
I CAN'T UNDERSTAND SUCH DEVOTION
I was shocked this morning when
Annie came to get my weekly laun
dry to see that one side of her face
was all red and bruised and that her
eye was greatly discolored.
"Why, what is the matter with your
face?" I asked. "How did you hurt
"It's meself that ran into the
clothes post on a Saturday night,"
she lied glibly.
"I'm awfully sorry. Did you put a
piece of raw beef on it?"
"Is it raw beef ye say, Mrs. Waver
ly? Shure, acushla, if I'd had a bit
of beef it's IN and not ON me face
I'd be putting it."
"Why, Annie, don't you have plen
ty of meat to eat?"
She looked at me rather pityingly
as though she wondered how a wo
man of sense could ask such foolish
questions. As I looked at her I no
ticed that in the last two years she
had grown thin, faded and shabby.
Annie Lafferty has washed for me
ever since I began to teach school
and she was then one of the prettiest
Irish girl's I had ever seen. She has
brought up and sent to school two
brothers who now hold good positions
in a machine shop.
Two years ago she married Tim
O'Connor and I went to the church
on the morning they were married.
Annie was beautiful in her happiness
and Tim seemed proud even if em
barrassed. "I just had to marry him, Miss
Margaret," she said, "for he said he
would not be livin' another minute
without me. But I'm going to kape
washin' for you all along, so don't
you be worrying, although I'm going
to give up all the rest."
I noticed after the first few months
that Annie did not seem so smiling
and I asked her what was the matter.
"Tim is out of a job, Miss," she an
swered, "and I've been thinking that
I'll get a little more washing to do
until he gets a new one."
I recommended her to some of my
friends and forgot all about her after
that for, with my hurried courship
and marriage, I had rather neglected
Annie's affairs until she appeared be
fore me with that bruised and dis
"How's Tim?" I asked. "Isn't he
working" and then the flood gates
"Tim hasn't worked but six months
since we were married, Miss. Not but
what we could get along all right
while I have my hands and me wash
board, but Tim has got runnin' with
the gang and he spends most of his
time over to McFinn's saloon."
"Where does he get the money to
spend there?" I asked, although I
knew, of course, that she gave it to
"Well, Miss Margaret, it's not me
silf that would have him shamed be
fore his frinds, so I give him 50 cints
a day to spend."
"Don't you know that is foolish as
well as wrong, Annie?" I asked.
"Of course I does. I should just
turn him out doors, for he is strong
and well and kin work as well as me,
but, Miss Margaret, I think I'd die if
I didn't have him to put his arm
around me and say: 'You're the pret
tiest girl in the ward yet, Mavour-'
neen,' and he is always so kind ex-j
cept when he has a bit too much.
You see, when you get used to hav
ing your own man it's mighty hard to'
get along without him. 1
"Saturday night he came in about.
9 o'clock and asked me for more1
money and I wouldn't give'it to him.
I told him' he might take me to the
picture show instead of spending my
money on the drunken wretches'
about McFinn's saloon. The refer-1
euce to my money made him rage and
he he struck, me but he was sorry