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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DICK AND I MAKE UP
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"Do you think I had better call
Dick up and tell him I'am sony I was
so nasty?" I asked Aunt Mary after
relating to her the whole story of
the quarrel and the things that led up
"No," answered Aunt Mary, "I
think you had better go downtown
and spend the entire day in getting
yourself into good physical condition.
You have been on a strain ever since
your Uncle John died. Your nerves
are frazzleU and your temper is con
sequently as brittle as glas's.
"Go and spend' tjie day under a
good grooming regime; have your
hair washed, your face massaged. I
see an ugly little frowning wrinkle
making its appearance between your
eyes; have -your hands manicured;
after your bath take a nap, if possible,
and on your way. home buy a big
bunch of fragrant violets.
"Be sure and get home in time to
put on one of your prettiest gowns
before Dick comes and I know it will
be all right." -
"But he is not" coming home to
night," I said. "He told me be was
going to Bob Morris' to play cards
that is one of the things we quarreled
about. Don't you remember?"
"He won't go tonight," answered
Aunt Mary, serenely, and after events
proved she was right
I took her advice to the letter and
added a long walk downtown in the
beautiful spring morning sunshine.
Here and there by the city sidewalk
a dandelion pushed up its golden .head
and told me that no one should be
unhappy when the trees were bud
ding and everything was speaking of
joy and hope. I resolutely put all my
mental troubles behind me and tried
to become purely a mere physical
In a short time I found myself tak
ing in great deep breaths of the soft,
fragrant air, reveling in the sunshine,
almost answering back the laugh of
the child who thrust a handful of
dandelions into my hand with the
question: "Do you love butter?"
When I reached the bathhouse I
was in a mood to thoroughly enjoy
my bath. Even the sight of misguid
ed women who were under the im
pression that they could eat every
thing their luxurious palates craved,
take no exercise and be able to sweat
off accumulating fat in a half hour
in the hot room of a Turkish bath, did
not move me to pity or laughter.
"They are trying to sweat fat poi
sons out of the body and I am trying
to eliminate poison of mind," I said
I have demonstrated one thing, '
however, by that bath and massage
you can't be entirely unhappy when
you are perfectly all right physically.
By the time I had passed through
.the hands of the rubber, the hair
dresser, the masseuse, the manicurist
and the pedicure and gotten to the
violet-buying stage, that Aunt Mary
had recommended, my quarrel with
Dick did not look nearly as vital as it
had when I was lying on Aunt Mary's
bed crying my heart out
When I arrived home the clerk told
me that "Mr. Waverly has called you
up three times this afternoon."
I had only time enough to doll my
self up in one of my prettiest gowns
and pin the violets at my belt when
Dick came rushing through the door
calling: "Margie, Margie dear." I an
swered: "Yes, Dicky ,' and rushed out
of the bedroom straight into his arms.
"I'm a brute, Madge just a plain
brute," he said as he hugged me so
tightly I could hardly breathe.
"And rm a cat just a plain cat,
Dicky, dear," I answered, "so I guess
you've got nothing on me."
(To Be Continued Monday.)
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