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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DEAR AUNT MARY
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Dick tells me the doctor says, that
poor, dear, old Daddy may linger for
months. I really feel as though it
were "wicked to make him suffer so.
He has always been a good man and
he now has to lie in bed with, only the
contemplation of the inevitable be
tween paroxisms of great physical
pain. I am unable to think he de
serves this from the hands of fate.
Mother Waverly has at last given
up and decided that a trained nurse
is the best possible thing for Dad. She
seems to have suddenly grown old,
as she has for the first time begun
to realize that Dad is not going to get
Yesterday she came up to me so
pitifully and said: "Don't you think
Bichard is better, Margie?"
I simply could not tell her the truth
and so I answered: "He does seem
easier this morning."
Mother Waverly means to do all
right, but she has always been one or
those self-centered women in whose
narrow orbit there is no place for any
plans or ideas that do not emanate
from herself. I am awfully sorry for
her, because she wil' have nothing to
take, in the slightest degree, the place
that Dad will make vacant. She does
not read that wonderful solace of
the solitary will not be hers. She
loves her children, because they are
hers, but she has nothing in common
with any one of them.
Poor, poor woman! I am going to
try and be as good to her as I can. I
wish she would let me love her all the
time as Aunt Mary does.
Aunt Mary is not well the sick
ness of Dad brings her own grief back
to her more vividly than usual.
I have persuaded her to visit some
friends at her old home.
"I am afraid that Sally will think I
am deserting her in her trouble," she
, "We can be -with Mother Waverly J
now, dear aunt, and you can come
Dack well and strong enough to com
fort her after."
Dear Aunt Mary! I sometimes feel
that she is my very own relation
she is so lovely, so patient, so sym
pathetic. I am afraid that when I am
as old as she I will not be as delight
ful a companion as she. I am so glad
she decided to live with us.
She and Dad are about the only old
people I have ever known who have
kept their hearts young and who are
always ready to help on over the hard
places who are able to -remember
-their own mistakes and so excuse
those younger ones who are still
Sometimes I see her eyes fill with
tears when Dick comes around the
table to kiss me good-bye. The other
morning I said to him: "Dick, per
haps it would be better if we did our
"kissing In private. -It seems to hurt
dear Aunt Mary."
After a few mornings Aunt Mary
came to me and said. "Margie, is
anything the matter between you and
"Why, no, Aunt Mary."
"Well, he doesn't kiss you good
bye any more."
Then I told her and she came and
put her arms about me and said:
"Oh, my dear, my dear! It would
break my heart if you and Dick gave
up one of your little caresses because
of me. I love to see him kiss you,
dear. My greatest happiness is in
"If my eyes filled with tears it was
because you reminded me of the
sweetest times of my life.- It is sor
row not unmixed with joy, dear.
"Married life is always like that,
dear. Every day brings its joys and
caresses, and as long as men are
men and women are women it -will be
"Some days you will Jbink yoji
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