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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
AUNT MARY TO THE RESCUE
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
I hurried back to the hotel and
rushed up to Aunt-Mary's rooms.
"Dear Aunt Mary," I said breath
lessly, "I know I have been neglect
ing you, but when you know all that
has happened in the last week I know
you will forgive me."
"I have nothing to forgive," sweet
ly rejoined that blessed woman. "I
can't expect young folks to always
be staying behind waiting for me. I
know, dear, you will see as much of
me as you can, but, oh, dear Margie,
I wish you could find something that
would engross the attention of an old
woman like me."
"That's what I came to tell you,"
I said, "but first you must pledge
yourself to secrecy. Cross your heart
and say you will never tell a soul
what I am going to say to you."
"How excite'd you are, Madge. Of
course, 111 not tell anyone," whisper
ed Aunt Mary, catching some of my
"Well, then here it is: Jack is se
cretly married to that little chorus
girl I was telling the folks about the
other night. She is in town and ex
pects soon to be a mother and we
you and I have got to take care of
"What?" fairly shouted Aunt Mary
as I paused for breath. Then I settled
down and told her the whole story.
Just how the whole thing came
about; how dear and sweet Miss Don
lap was and how she needed just the
care and loving attention that she
could give her I could see in a mo
ment that I had given Aunt Mary the
one thing that would make her life
bearable without Uncle John the
thought that she would be necessary
to some one's happiness.
"And now, Aunt Mary," I contin
ued, I want to ask you if you would
mind if Dick-and I divided that money I thing to live for. I love that little
you gave us with Jack.
"Why, Margie," exclaimed Aunt
Mary, "I shall be glad to have you do
this. Your Uncle John only gave you
this money so that I might feel able
to ask you and Jack to do things for
me. I'll tell you what I will do. I'll
give that little Dundap girl a thou
sand dollars so she can live nicely and
bear and rear her child in peace and
"Can you do this, Aunt Mary?
Have you enough to live on if you
"Margie, Jofin left me quite a little
money outside of the income he ar
ranged for me in his will and I will
never be able to use up that six thou
sand a year on my own self. 'Don't '
you think we had better go and see
Mrs. John Waverly now? It seems
strange there is another Mrs. John
Waverly. Oh, I hope they will be as
happy as John and I were."
Aunt Mary had arisen and was hur
rying about to get her hat and wrap.
"Call a taxi, Margie," commanded
Aunt Mary, thereby taking absolute
command of the situation, much to
my surprise and delight.
We drove over to Mary's little room
(strange that Jack's wife name
should be that of Aunt Mary's). She
immediately was taken into Aunt
Mary's heart and literally into her
We soon found a lovely quiet place
about five blocks from our hotel and
"Aunt" Mary sjtiflad "Sister" Mary's
cries of delight and exclamations that
she could not afford it by handing her
the check for a thousand dollars and
making us drive to her bank where an
account was opened for Mrs. John
After we had her all fixed up we
drove home, and dear Aunt Mary put '
her arms about my neck and said:
"Margie, I cannot tell you how grate
ful I am to you for jgiving me some-