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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
. .. I'M FOND OF DAD
WhfenlDick came put of is father's
sick rppm I could- see . he jvas very
much worried. I stole up to him and
slipped my hand into his.
"He's pretty- sick,' was his asser
tion. "Dijl the doctor say anything
"He was very serious this morning,
but when1 he came-. this afternoon he
was more encouraged.
"I' really think we ought to send
for brother John," continued Dick.
"Let's wait until after the doctor
comes to night' I advised.
"Dick, mother wants to see you,"
said Mollie, and Dick, dragging me
with him, went up to her room.
Poor Mrs. Waverly looked perfectly
miserable. Her scant gray hair was
mussed all about her face and her bed
was much disturbed by her restless
neess. She seemed disappointed to see me
with Dick. (Some way it really seems
very hard for Mrs. Waverly to accept
me as one of the family.)
"Did Mollie tell you, Dick, I wanted
to see you privately?" she asked. This
annoyed Dick very much and, putting
his arm about me, he said: "Well,
here I am."
Mrs. Waverly is not a stupid wo
man, but she is a very stubborn one.
I know she understood DickJs intima:
tion that he and I were one, but she
would not be guided by it.
"I want to say something to you
alone," she said.
"Surely, mother5" said Dick, very
much exasperated, "you have nothing
to say to me that Margie might not
"Let me go, Dick," I said. "If your
mother wants to talk with you alone
she don't want me hanging around,
After she gets through I'll come back
and get her ready for the night if
she'll let me." 1
Mrs. Waverly gave me a grateful
glance and said: "I can see you un
derstand, dear, and I thank you.
Come back and fix me up in about
1 can readily see that there are
some things that mothers "want to
talk over with their sons that they do
not always want daughters-in-law to
I went downstairs into Dad's room.
He was awake and whispered, for
he was very weak: "Come over here,
I looked at the nurse and she nod
ded her head.
I reached over and kissed him.
Poor old Dad! I have loved him
from the first moment I set eyes upon
him. I know he is very gruff at'times,
but he has always made a great hit
with me ever since the time when he
took both my hands in his and looked
me over rather searchingly as Dick
said: "Father, this is Margaret."
After a moment's silence his father
said, with" that same crooked smile
that I love so much in Dick: "Well,
Margaret, you . remind me of the
cheese we used to make in my boy
hood you wilTbe better as yoij grow
I could tell that Dick was holding
his breath to see hoyr I would'take it
and he drew a long1 sigh of relief as I
answered, demurely, looking at his
father straight in the eye: "I'm
mighty glad you have hopes, sir."
From that moment we were
Poor old Dad! He certainly looked
as though he were "struck with
death," and I, selfish thing that I was,
began to speculate whether, if he
should die, Dick's mother would
think that we must come and live
"Oh, dear! I hope not," I said to
myself just as Dad said to me: "We'll
fool- 'em yet, daughter; I'm feeling
better and I'm going to get welL"
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)