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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Dear Aunt Mary died last night.
She lost consciousness yesterday
afternoon and firiallysank calmly
and painlessly to sleep at midnight.
Jim Edie and I -were at the hospital
Dick was not at home when the tele
gram came at about 11. Mollie and
mother Waverly are still at the
I feel as though my one real friend
When I got -home this morning,
Dick had evidently been there, for
the bed was mussed, but it was after
9 when I arrived and he had- prob
ably gone to the office.
I would not let the hospital auth
orities call up the apartment last
night for fear that they would not
find him, and I did not want anyone
to know that he had left me alone
when we were hourly .expecting the J from the bed. Jim came in from the
summons to the hospital. Jim, of balcony hastily but before either he
course, understood, but'he made no or I reached her dear Aunt Mary was
comment In fact he said very little dead.
to me when we' were .in dear Aunt j In my grief I turned to Jim, and
Mary's room together, and a part of for a moment I felt that he was going
the time he spent outside on a little J to put his arms about me, but he tools
balcony with the excuse that he ! my bands instead and said, rather
only Aunt Mary, but to Jim and me
she was dear Aunt Mary probably
dearer than any other person that we
Don't censure me, little book, when
I tell you that as I sat there i felt
that I could spare neglectful inatten
tive Dick from my life better than I
"could Aunt Mary.
I think we do not always own to
ourselves our feelings in regard to
those who are bound to us by ties of
blood or convention.
I know that I have loved very few
in my life, and yet most people think
1 have a very loving nature. Last
night as I sat there&I realized that L
could count on the fingers of one
hand those for whom I really cared
and one of them was going away
Just then there was a queer sound
wanted to sinoke.
I cannot tell even to you, my dear
est and closest confidant, ' my
thoughts while sitting there watch
ing the breath of dear Aunt Mary
grow shorter and shorter.
Again the old cry of all humanity
surged up to my lips.
Why are we born who do we live
and why do we die?
Why was Dick, who should be
I began to grow bitter and then I
looked at the-dear calm face in front
of me and immediately I became re
conciled. It was just as she would have it
Jjm and I loved her best, and we were
keeping vigil. To the others she was
brokenly. "You and I loved her."
And I answered, "but it is 'loved,?
not 'love now. Jim, and I almost feel
that I cannot bear it" "i
I wonder if I heard aright -1
thought I heard Jim swear under his
breath. "Where do you want the fiiP
neral to be held, Margie?" he asked.
"I think dear Aunt Mary would like
to lie in the same room of the old
home where Uncle Richard lay dur
ing the last rites, 'but perhaps we had
better wait for Dick." g
Jim did not say anything, but
shortly after I heard him telephon
ing to the undertaker, and once I
thought I heard him say to someone
over the phone: "For heaven's sake
find him punch his head and theri
bring him here."- v3
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