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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
NEWS FROM THE FAMILY. CONFESSION 191
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
A letter from Mollie this morning
made me want to cry even while I
was laughing at her nonsense. v
"Margie, dear," she writes. "I miss
you. You can't tell how I miss you.
I have been over with Jack's wife
two or three times, but some way she
don't seem to be able to giggle at lit
tle things as you can.
"Now you must consider that a
compliment, dear, for no matter how
serious you are you still can see
something in a day's work to laugh
at. You still are young.
"Mary, poor girl! I guess she is
finding life a serious proposition aft
er all. She looks so pale and sad it
gives me the jimmies to be with her.
"Between you and me, Margie, that
brother Jack of mine is no good! I
told him so the other night and now
I'm telling it to you.
"He simply neglects Mary shame
fully.' If it were not for Aunt Mary, I
guess she would wish she were not
married. He seems to think because
Mary is not well enough to go out to
the restaurants and theaters that is
so he stays out every night and
spends more money than he can af
ford. "I suspect that Aunt Mary is sup
porting the whole house. I told Dad
that I thought it was a bad idea to
saddle Jack and bis family-on Aunt
Mary, as he ought to have some re
sponsibilities. Dad just shook his
head and sighed.
"Poor old Dad, Margie, I am afraid
he is sicker than anyone thinks. He
is growing so thin and mother keeps
nagging him to go out nights when it
is all he can do to eat his dinner and
go to bed.
"Mother don't seem-to worry much
about him, for she has gotten the
society bee in her bonnet again.
Speaking of mother's society aspira
tions, I must tell you the joke she
played on herself last week.
"Harry Symone's mother invited us
all to a reception. Mother insisted
that I should go with her. I did not
se)e the invitation at all, so when she
told me to be ready last Thursday, I
put on my glad rags and sallied forth
with her in a taxi.
"The mater was looking her grand
est in a new gray chiffon gown and a
pleasurable smile on her face. For,
of course, you know that old Lady
Symone is the Mrs. Astor of our town.
"I thought it was rather queer
there were no motors in front of the
house, but we got out and rang the
"One of the English butlers that
looks as though he were carved out
of wood answered: 'Madame Symone
is not at home.'
" 'But I have a card to her recep
tion today!' sputtered mother.
" 'Yesterday was the date of mad
ame's reception,' said the man, and
as we went down the steps I heard a
subdued laugh. I didn't blame him, do
you? Truly I'd like to see that wood
en man laugh, though I don't see how
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"Mother was simply crazy. She
tried to lay the blame on me by say
ing that I ought to have looked at the
date, but I squelched her by excjaim
ing in an injured voice: 'If a girl can
not believe her own mother who can
"Mr. Edie has been over at the
house twice since you left and taken
me to the theater once. I think he is
"Come home soon. Mollie."
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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