CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
ASKING LITTLE BOOK A SERIOUS QUESTION
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Dick came home late last night as
though nothing had happened and
said:
"Margie, have all the arrangements
been made to take Aunt Mary to the
hospital?"
"She went at 5 o'clock this after
noon," I answered.
"I would not have had Aunt Mary
go to the hospital without me for
anything you ought to have tele
phoned me," he said in hurt tones.
"I did not know where to telephone.
When you went out and slammed the
door last night I had no idea that
you were going to stay away from
home all night, and many, many
times you have told me that you did
not wish me to telephone to the of
fice for you unless it was important."
Didn't you consider this operation
of Aunt Mary's important?"
"Yes, to me, but up to this minute
you have not seemed to evince much
interest in it" ,
"Margie, can't we come to some
understanding? I don't believe you
enjoy this constant bickering any
more than L What do you want me
to do?"
"I want you to cease acting like a
spoiled boy and more" like a sensible
human being."
"What do you mean? I certainly
have not been acting like a spoiled
boy. God knows I have had enough
to worry me lately with-business so
bad and our doctor bills and you not
acting at all like yourself."
"But, Dick, when I gave you that
thousand dollars out of my savings
you told me that would fix up our
money troubles."
-. "I thought it would, but it did not,
and when I found that it would take
$2,000 more to set us on our feet I
invested it in a sure tip on American
rubber, which immediately fell off
five points and wiped out the thousand-"
"Dick Waverry! Do you mean to
tell me that you have played my
thousand dollars on the market and
lost it?"
"Your thousand dollars! Isn't it
money that I gave you?"
"No, sir, you never gave me a cent
of it I was my part of our income
from which I was supposed to pay
the house bills. If I had saved this
money from my allowance it was
rightfully mine, just as anything that
you save from the rest of our income
is rightfully yours."
"Our Income!" snorted Dick. "Why
don't you say my income? What do
"I win confess that I have doneV
very little during the last year, but
my illness was brought about by the
birth of your child, Dick."
"It is all something of a failure,
isn't it?" said Dick rather viciously.
"Is that what you think?" was my
question in turn.
"Well, a man shoulders a lot of re
sponsibility for which he gets d n
little."
"What did you expect when yon
married me, Dick 7 Did I promise any
thing that I have not given you'"
"Well, I had a vague idea that you
were always -going to be my sweet
heart and I find a wife Is something
quite different I think we both ex-
pected the impossible."
"The trouble is that you and I
guess every other man never treats
his sweetheart after marriage as any
thing but his wife. Why don't you
take us off the pedestal at times and
treat us as though we were only
sweethearts?"
"It can't be done, Margie. Sweet
hearts are as different from wives as
you are from "
"Eleanor Falriow," I interrupted.
"That doesn't sound like you, Mar
gie." "Perhaps not bat I. get very tired
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