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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
REMORSE GRABS DICK
When I got upstairs frorii break
fast I found that Dick had awakened
and was undressed. His clothes
were strewn all over the floor and he
was in the bathroom.
He was evidently taking a cold
shower, but he was not whistling in
his usually exuberant manner. In
stead, I thought I heard some of the
picturesque vocabulary in which he
sometimes indulges when he thinks I
am not listening.
I began to pick up his clothes and
I found his pockets turned Inside out
as though he had been looking for
something. I noticed that the usual
"chicken feed" (as he calls his loose
change) and the bills, which he al
ways puts on his dresser, were miss
ing. All at once I heard a subdued
groan and Dick called: "Say, Mar
gie, have you got any bromide in the
medicine chest?" I did not find any
and suggested that perhaps a cup of
coffee might help matters.
Dick shuddered as he came out of
the bathroom with his hands pressed
to his head.
"I couldn't drink a cup of coffee to
save my soul," he exclaimed. "1 tell
you what there's a good girl go
downstairs and get me -a bottle of
milk and ask the bar to send me up
a bottle of 'fizz' water and you can
heat the milk for me. Hot milk and
seltzer is the best 'pick-up' I know for
a man who had made a d fool of
himself the night before."
I was glad to see he had the right
idea of himself, but I went after the
milk and had the seltzer sent' up;
heated it oer the alcohol stove; put
in the seltzer and Dick drank it with
a wry face.
Then he looked up with a faint grin
and said: "My, but you're a good
girl Madge. Why don't you give me
"What would be the use?" 1 asked
as calmly as possible, for as he spoka
the agony of the long night hours
came back to me.
"Well, you see, dear, I couldn't help
it honest I couldn't," he repeated as
he saw my smile of contempt for a
man who would hide behind so silly
"I did not know you drank, Dick."
"I don't," he answered, "as a gen
eral thing, but, hang it all, a man
can't always be a saint, can he?"
"I'm sure I don't know," I an
swered. "I don't think I know any
thing about your practice of saintli
ness or sinning."
"Oh, don't rub it in," he interrupt
ed. "Don't you see I've got my own
troubles this morning?"
"Have you?" I asked in turn.
"Well, I had mine last night, and
there is one thing I must ask of you,
Dick, and that is that you must tell
me the next time you are going to
stay out all night."
"Now, Margie, I didn't do anything
but play cards and get drunk, and I
am heartily sorry for it especially as
I lost my money."
The last speech made me furious
and I asked, "What of me and my ter
rible agony at the thought of some
thing happening to you the whole
night through? Perhaps the time be
tween does not seem so long as the
time between the cold chills of wait
ing and the fever of fear."
"Margie, you certainly can pile it
on," said Dick as he tried to kiss me.
"Don't do that, Dick," I said. "I
cannot accept caresses from a
stranger, aild to me the man who
staggered into my room this morning
is a man I do not know a man I do
not want. to know!"
"Honest, do you feel that way,
"Honest, Dick, just now I sincerely
hate that man for what he made mc
(To Be Continued Monday.)