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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
KITTY'S SMILE HAS GONE
( Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
As I walked into Kitty's room she
opened her eyes and smiled. But oh,
what a different Kitty! what a
Gone was the mischievous sparkle
from those eyes that I had never seen
before without it. Gone was that pe
culiar up-tilt that dimpled the corners
of that mouth which had been its
I suddenly remembered what Bill
Tenney had said to me when I told
him that Kitty was engaged to Her
bert "You may have done right in
persuading Kitty to throw me over
for I know it is all your doings, Mar
gie, but I want to tell you that just
sitting across a table watching the
dimples come and go at the corners
of Kitty Malram's mouth has been a
greater joy to me than any other
woman has ever given me."
Instantly I wondered if Bill ever
thought of those dimples while seat
ed across from Mrs. Tenney. Donna
is a dear woman, but I can hardly
think of a man who has once been in
love with Kitty as being wildly enam
ored with a woman of her type.
Again as I looked at that still form
on the bed I wondered if I had done
right in interfering in Kitty's ro
mance in Kitty's life.
It's a dangerous thing for us poor
mortals to try and play Providence
and regulate the lives of those about
us. Here was Kitty dying paying
with her life for having chosen the
better part, when she might have
been singing and laughing up into the
face of Bill Tenney in some far off
land of sunshine.
It made me feel in some way as
though I had helped to send poor
Kitty on her long journey and it was
with almost a sob that I went for
ward and kissed the cheek that had
already lost its softness and flitting
color and taken on the drawn look
and grey tint with which all of us
greet the grizzled features of death.
I knew you would come, Margie.
You have always been my good
friend. You have stood by me always
and I wanted you here to hold my
hand when I start on my journey
"Don't talk like that Kitty; in a lit
tle while you will be laughing again."
"Margie, Kitty Malram will never
laugh again. The lights have burned
up. The lost chords of the music are
dying away, the laughter is smother
ed in a tired sigh."
As if to illustrate her imagery Kitty
drew a long trembling breath.
"I cannot bear to have you talk
like this, Kitty," said Herbert, who
had followed me into the room.
"Don't you want to get well? What
will baby and I do without you?"
A ghost of a smile haunted Kitty's
mouth. "Dear Herbert, it is I who
would need you and baby have you
seen her, Margie?"
"Yes, dear, and when I leave you I
am going to hold her a little while."
"You love her already?" asked
Kitty somewhat wonderingly.
"How could I help it?"
"Herbert, I want the baby called
"Dear, I had intended to name our
daughter after my dear mother, Me
hitable, but if you wish we will call
"But I don't want her called Mar
garet That would mean nothing to
me. I want her called Margie. You
will like that, won't you dear?" she
said, her eyes straying over to me.
"I'll be very happy to have her call
ed Margie, Kitty, but perhaps Herbert
will feel hurt if you do not call her
after his mother."
"Not half so hurt as baby will "be
when she grows up and has to suffer
under the name of Mehitable. Good
heavens, Herbert, could anything in
a name be worse than that and you,
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