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v - JHE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
1 ' LOOK WHO'S HERE -
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Just before we got'to the door of
the Symones' home I saw Dick cross
ing the street to speak to Eleanor
' Fairlow. I knew she lived near the
Symones,. but it gave me a little
qualm to see the eagerness with
which Dick hastened to meet her and
it seemed to me he held her hand just
a trifle longer than was necessary.
"Look who's here," said Harry
lightly, but there was a veiled mean
ing in his eyes and a rather sarcastic
smile on his lips. s
For some reason Dick and TSleanor
looked up and Dick's face was a
study. His first thought evidently was
that which comes to the naughty
boy when haha's been caught in some
perfectly harmless thing which has
the appearance of-premediated mis
chief. Then he realized that Harry
and I were alone in the limousine and
his face grew black, and that peculiar
look came into it that I had learned
Harry, however, did" not seem to be
worried, and yelled across: "Hey
there, Dick, quit your fussing with
Miss Fairlow and come overliere and
rescue your wife from the most fasci
nating man in town."
As Hairy said. this, ;DicJc"s face
cleared and both he and Miss Fairlow
came across the, Toad. Then it was
funny to "listen, to explanations.
Dickvwas trying to tell me that he.
had just met Miss Fairlow. As I had
just seen him do so, the remark sav
ored of protesting too much, but that
was nothing to what Harry's guilty'
conscience made him say. "I called
around, expecting to find you, Dick,
and bring you over "with ,Margie."
This with ah elaborate carelessness
that made it sound as f though he
had called for Dick first, came for me ;
as an afterthought, and returned for
We all went into the house togeth
er. Eliene had invited Miss Fairlow.
She took off her coat and disclosed
her superb neck and arms, which I
did not blame Harry and Dick for
admiring when they saw her in the
drawing room later.
I could see that Eliene had been
crying, and I really wanted to shake
her, for to think Eliene Symone, with
everything in the world, should spend
her afternoon in tears was too ridicu
lous to be pathetic.
"Anything gone wrong?" I whis
pered, as I stood beside her. "tyo,"
dear," she murmured as the corners
of her mouth drooped. "I guess I am
tired of it; that's all." "Brace up," I
whispered. "Don't you know that half
this unhappiness you are "talking and
thinking about is within yourself? ,
"Happiness is made up of such lit
tle things, such little foolish things."
"That's -just it," Eliene interrupted.
"I can never get one of the little
things. I want little kisses, small eat
resses, tiny bits of loving flattery, lit
tle children and a few friends. I have
all the big things that money can
buy, but I would give every one of
them to have Harry and, yes, I
might as well confess it any other
man look at me as both Harry and
Dick are looking at Eleanor Fairlow
I looked over quickly to the fire
place where the three were standing.
Eleanor was radiant and the men had
forgotten that there were such things
as wives in the land. '
I have often wondered just what
that magnetism, nr fascination is that
some women have for all. men. They
hang about them like bees about a
fragrant flower. I have, never known
a woman that was such a perfect em
bodiment of "wman" as Eleanor
(To BevContinued Tomorrow.)
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