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Adrian regained the garden level
shouting out that the little one was
safe. He placed the child on the grass.
"Pretty pretty!" she lisped, in one
chubby hand holding several bright
They revived Mrs. Oakes. Then
Adrian, wondering if they had not dis
covered Mr. Lyndon's missing wealth,
made another descent into the well.
And there the hidden hoard of the
old miser was found. And then, as if
this was a veritable wishing well,
Adrian told his love to Ethel and
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
We had a lovely time last night,
but I couldn't forget we were mar
ried and I don't think Dick did.
In the first place he had to come
home to change his clothes and, of
course, the rooms being upset, it was
not easy to find his shirts, socks,
handkerchiefs and ties.
I made the mistake of trying to fix
up the living room first when I should
have put Dick's clothes in the proper
places before anything else. Besides,
I had lost a whole day by buying that
What shall it profit me, I thought
as I heard Dick swearing because he
had to hunt for his clean collars in
the buffet drawer, if I have gained a
perfect love of a hat and lost the
good nature of my husband for a
You see if we had not been married
I would not have known anything
about any trouble he had in dress
ing and he could not have blamed me
for the disorder in which he found
However, I tried not to mind it and
was delighted when the bouquet of
flowers arrived that Dick had
At last we were ready to go and I
tried not to think of the extravagance
of the taxi when we might have gone
on the street car.
"Well, my girl, this is like old
times," exclaimed Dick as he turned
to look at me, and then he added,
"except you are prettier-than ever."
"It is my new hat," I remarked
modestly, but I was pleased, for Dick
and I have been married nearly two
years and I have been told that a man
is not apt to pay his wife such com
pliments after the first year.
We drew up to the grandest restau
rant in town, and I was glad that I
had on my prettiest white gown, es
pecially as I noticed in the dining
room a number of our old friends
many of whom I had not seen since
"What do you say to broiled chick
en lobster, potatoes au gratin, alli
gator pear salad, bar la due, crackers,
cream cheees and a demi tasse?"
I smilingly said: "Just the thing,"
and when the waiter left I whispered:
"Oh, Dick, you've ordered a regular
"Of course, what did you expect
when a fellow has the prettiest girl
in the room with him."
When Dick Waverly puts his mind
to it he can make the most delightful
love of any man who has ever paid
me any serious attentions. I expect
that is the reason he made me love
I glanced over to where Eleanor
Fairlow was dining with a merry'
party and they took a surreptitous
look at the little mirror in my vanity
case. I must confess I don't think I
am any better looking than Eleanor
Fairlow, but my hat was a million
times better looking than hers and
I was glad Dick thought me prettier.
"What makes your eyes so bright
tonight, Margie?" asked Dick, ten
derly. "My new hat," I answered enig
matically, with a smile.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)