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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 01, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 15

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face buried iii the pillow I did not hear
Aunt Mary come in.
"Why, Margie, dear child, what is
the matter?" she exclaimed.
"Dick and I have quarreled!"
"Well you must make up immedi
ately," she commanded.
"I can't, for he has gone downtown
and besides I think he should, .apolo-
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I should ask his forgiveness.
Chapter CXLIII.
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
'Enterprise Association.)
After Dick had gone away from
Aunt Mary's door I waited breathless
ly for an instant and then, although I
knew I was foolish, I went all to
pieces and as- his steps grew fainter
elevator, I simply could not hold the
-sobs in any longer.
I grew hysterical and fairly shook
from head to foot. I was afraid that
my part in the business of marriage
was to be that of disburser, and for
this reason he gave me two-thirds of
the joint income; the other third,
which was about three times as much
as I would have left after paying our
living expenses, he kept for his own
personal use.
I know that twp or three times
since we came to the hotel Dick has
been very hard up. He has not yet
learned that he has some very im
portant responsibilities.
I really haven't the slightest objec
tions to his going out with his friends
occasionally, and I am the last person
to ask Dick or any one else to account
for his every dollar, or every action to
I believe in mutual independence.
I presume he felt quite as nervous
as I did after the exciting events of
the Symone mix-up.
He wanted to forget a little while.
It was childish in me to expect him
to be much concerned over toy head
ache. But but well, I don't think
he was nice to me, that's all. And the
thing that hurts most is the knowl
edge that down deep in his very heart
he has a feeling that he is doing all
the work and that I am not helping
except as a somewhat ornamental ap
pendage to the menage.
As these thoughts came thick and
fast I began to cry again and with my
Of course, you are both to blame,
Margie. There never was a quarrel
since the world began that there was
not more or less blame on both sides."
"But Dick is so thoughtless and
"And what are you, Margie?"
"Well, I know I am apt to be self
centered, censorus and sarcastic; I
know I can say things that just make
Dick wish I were a man for a minute."
"Which narrowed down means that
Dick has been, thoughtless and carry
ing it off with high hand and you
have been hurt and so said some
nasty things to him."
"That's it," I wailed, "but, Aunt
Mary, is all marriage like this? I
didn't dream that Dick and I would
really quarrel after we were mar
ried.," "My dear child, you must use your
common sense and you will see that
the wedding ceremony does not
change one's character and tempera
ment in the short half hour it takes to
perform it
"It will take years, perhaps, for you
to overconie your habit of sarcasm
and tendency to preach a little, and
in the meantime Dick will probably
be losing some of his arrogance and
gaining a little more thoughtfulness.
"A successful marriage, my dear
child, is the game of give and take,
played with strict accordance to the
rules and -an ability to lose without a
whimper"and win without showing
undue elation." ,
" (To Be Continued Tomorrow.)

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