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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 22, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 22

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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WOMEN ARE GROWING LESS FORGIVING
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
The specialist pronounced Aunt
Mary's case serious and she- is going
to the" hospitalnext Monday.
When Dick got-home to dinner to
night, I told him all about her, also
about the scene his mothe"r made.
"Why did you not tell me about
Aunt Mary last night?" he asked "I
would have gone with you this morn
ing." "Because it was so late when you
came in and knowing that I would
have a hard day today I did not want
to go over the awful thing again
and perhaps keep myself from sleep
ing at alL"
Dick looked rather surprised at my
explanation.. Of course, little book, I
did just what a man would have done
under the circumstances, but men
never expect women to save them
selves any emotional stress unless
it interferes with their plans.
"I don't know you since you have
been ill, Margie. You seem Jo have
changed so much."
"Isn't it enough to change anyone
t6 have her entire plan of life de
stroyed?" "Oh, but Margie, surely hot your
entire plan. We aTe still together
we are young there will be other
children."
"There might be a dozen children,
but the plans that I had made for
sonny can never be used for him."
"Did it mean so much to you,
dear?"
"Just now it seems to have meant
everything to me."
Dick sighed and then he looked up
hopefully.
"Aren't you going to try and get
over it?"
"I don't know. I don't seem to be
able to do anything but just exist."
"Your whole mind will be taken
up with Aunt Mary, but after her
operation we will go away a little
while. Think, dear, that will be the
first time we have been away to
gether since our honeymoon."
I tried to think, but I could not get
up any enthusiasm. And, oh, little
book, how I wanted again the old jjv
time thrill. I looked up at Dick, put
my arms about his neck, but when he
kissed me I knew there was no re
sponse in my cool lips just as there
was no response in my cold heart
"In the meantime what are we go
ing to do with your mother?"
"Is she on the rampage over Jack
again?"
"Yes, and because I would insist
upon going with Aunt Mary to the
doctor's while she was here she in
sists she was 'sent home' and tells me
to tell you that you can find her at
the hotel she will not come here
again."
"Well, she'll wait a long time, for
me to go there and abet her in her
foolishness," said Dick, calmly.
There, little book, isn't that just
like a man? He can sit back and just
let things boil or simmer without
even raising the cover of the pot
A woman would feel that she had
to immediately go over and explain
to her mother and she would not
make matters any better, but a man,
by always taking the line of least re
sistance in all matters of this kind,
not only save himself a lot of trouble
but saves trouble for the others.
"Where do you suppose Jack is
now?" I asked.
"I don't know and I don't care," he
answered. "Since we shut off moth- $
er"s money and he is not getting it, "
of course he is making a great plea
about getting home. Do you think -Mary
will ever take him back?"
"Would you, Dick, if you were
Mary?"
"I would not but you women are
queer creatures and you are apt to
forgive as many times as we are
asked to forgive in the bible. I guess
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