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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
A MAN FORGETS; A WOMAN REMEMBERS
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Dick was decidedly grumpy after
Mr. Lovejoy brought us home.
"Didn't you have a good time,
dear?" I asked. I had had a lovely
time. I had not been out, except as
a "looker-on," since my accident.
I know I was looking even better
than I did before I was sick and as I
love to dance I was particularly
pleased to find that I could pick up
the new steps quickly and easily'
I confess it was with malice afore
thought that I declined to dance with
Dick, saying: "I am afraid we don't,
either of us, know these new dances
well enough yet to dance together.
You had better stick to Miss Pairlow.
Mr. Lovejoy has been kind enough to
say that I am learning fast and after
we have practiced at home together
a little I will feel that we can dance
"I would have had a better time,'r
answered Dick, "if I were sure that
you had not hurt your leg by cavort
ing around with that rounder Love
joy." I smiled, but I discretely bent over
to take off my slipper while doing so
that Dick could not see it.
"I thought Mr. Lovejoy quite de
cent," I expostulated. "He certainly
is a splendid dancer."
"He may be all that," was Dick's
comment, "but when you have men
tioned that and his ability to buy
wine you have probably enumerated
his entire 'bag of tricks.' "
"I did not notice that he bought
any wine that you and Eleanor Fair
low did not help him drink."
"I hate to see a woman gobble up
wine," said Dick viciously.
"7hy do you tell that to me," J
answered sweetly, "you know I never
drink anything. Perhaps if you voic
ed your views to Miss Fairlow she
would become a teetotaler as well."
"Margie, you don't like Eleanor
Fairlow," Dick asserted.
"I don't dislike her, Dick. I even
think I would like her very much if
she would let me. She has always
seemed to me to be a very beautiful,
headstrong woman who has had all
her life anything she wanted and
was determined to have it always at
any cost. I some way sense that she
doesn't like me, although she never
gives me any real cause for feeling
"I am afraid she will some time
wake up to find that the game is not
worth the candle."
"You are mistaken, Margie. She
likes you very much. She told me so
tonight when I was dancing with her.
Said you were about the cleverest
woman she had ever met."
Then Dick had a sudden thought:
"Do you know, Margie, I did not
know what she was driving at when
she upbraided me for growing forget
ful since I was married. I know now,
I forgot her birthday. You see ever
since we were little children, and I
picked a bunch of clover blossoms
for her on her birthday, I have al
ways sent her a boquet on that date,
i remembered it the first time after
we were married, but, oh! dear me,
a woman can't hope that a man will
remember her always."
I thought of that bunch of orchids
that Eleanor Fairlow had said Dick
had sent her and truly I felt sorry for
her because she had not yet learned
that no woman can hope that a man
will remember always.
It is only the feminine brain that
stores away a look, a smile, a caress,
a word and sits at the Barmecide
feast for evermore.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
Deficiency in protein or the tissue
building quality of meat need not be
feared when one good meat dish a
day is served, especially if eggs, milk
and. cheege are used, instead