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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MY LITTLE BOOK IS MY BALANCE WHEEL
When Dick called me up today, (I
wonder if i have told you, little book,
that he had a telephone installed
right near my bed with a long cord
so that I could talk from any part
of the room or out on the enclosed
porch) I said to him, "Come up and
spend the evening with me, if you
have nothing better to do."
"I never have anything better to
do," was the answer, but there was
no enthusiasm in the voice.
"I meant, Dick dear, if you had
nothing you would rather to do."
"What time do you want me?" was
the question that came back.
"Can you come to dinner?"
There was a slight hesitation and
then, Tm awfully sorry, Margie. I've
a business dinner engagement with a
couple of men from out of town, but
I can get in at about ten o'clock, if
yon need me."
"Look here, Dick," I replied, "I don't
need you and I don't want you to ever
feel that you must break any en
gagement for me. I thought if you
had nothing else to do we might have
a little visit Mrs. Selwin says you
spend lots of nights over in your
"Well, I have had many business
problems to work out lately."
"And no others?"
"Oh, I expect every man has a few
old problems of his own favorite
brand that he takes out and turns
over in his mind when he has noth
ing better to do."
"All right, dear," I called back, "re
member I'll be mighty' glad to have
you come in the first evening you
have a minute to spare."
"til come tomorrow night, Mar
gie, and if you are not asleep when
I come home tonight, I will drop in.
' Of course, you know, little book,
that, being a woman, I just turned
my face to the wall and shed a few
tears after that talk over the tele
phone. And I knew Dick did not feel
any more comfortable than I did, for
late in the afternoon there came by
special messenger a beautiful box of
Poor old Dick, he does not know
what to do with me. I am the first m)
problem that he has ever bad that he
cannot work out or get rid of.
Like the man he is, he is doing the
best he can, bless him! and I feel
much sorrier for him than I do for
I had to smile a little over his
roses, although a tear dr two ran
down my cheeks, for I thought how
typical of man was this gift.
Whenever a man feels sorry for a
woman he gives her something.
Whenever a man hurts a woman he
gives her something.
Dick feels so sorry for me that I
am sure any thought of me is a
painful one, and when he found that
he could not be with me this evening
he sent flowers. During all our mar
ried life we have never had a misun
derstanding that he has not brought
me home some gift when his anger
Most of my jewels I received dur
ing his experience with Eleanor Fair
low. In some way, little book, I am not
very fond of jewels.
Donna Tenney told me that all the
rings she ever received from Bill, ex
cept her engagement ring, she knew
were given her as conscience offer
ings and she was able pretty fairly
to guess by the value of the jewels
the seriousness of the wrong he had V
felt he had done her.
Donna's collection of rings is most
Isn't it queer, little book, how my
mind runs away with me when I
come to talk with you?
But I must say that you are my
greatest comfort Principally, I think,
because I am absolutely honest with