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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
PAULA LOSES ALL HER SAVINGS AND TELLS TROUBLES TO EMMA!
"I will confess to you, Margie,"
said Paula, describing the types found
at her first boarding house, "that tf
you had told me, six months before,
I would sit at table with the people I
have just been telling about I would
have thought you crazy. Emma, all
the while she was telling her story,
was gesticulating with her knife and
fork and committing other breaches
"And yet I began to see how very
interesting were their lives and to
realize that perhaps their summing
up of our silly hypocrisies and con
ventional crust was more just than
our opinions of their primitive man
nerisms. "I sat at the table until almost
everyone had gone, for I was afraid
if I went out I would be discussed
and labeled as were the others they
had been talking about
"I went to my room, took off my
clothes and threw myself on the bed.
"All at once I remembered I had
put all but 10 of my money in a
little jewel bag inside my waist in the
"I got up hastily and looked about
the room. It was not there. My
money all I had in the world ex
cept $10 was gone.
"For a moment I could not think,
and then I remembered at luncheon
time I had gone into the rest room
of a big department store, and, loos
ing my clothes.dropped down on one
of the sofas for a little rest
"Of course, the store closed at 5
o'clock. There was no way of find
ing out if my money had been found.
"I was frantic with fright Sup
pose I could not get work the next
"My brain refused to contemplate
the future, and with a sob I threw
myself across the bed.
"I did not realize my door was
" 'Here, here, buck up! buck up!
all is not lost save honor yet!' said
in a loud voice, and I raised my eyes
to look into the face of the talka
tive girl at the dinner table.
" 'My name is Emma,' she said. 'I
could see you was up against it at
the supper table, but I didn't think it
was as bad as this. What's the mat
ter, kid? Has your sweetheart turn
ed you down? What have you left
home and mother for?
" 'You don't understand it,' I said.
" Til say I do,' she answered.
'Come on, pack up its little fancy
toothbrush and hie itself back to the
ones that are longing and waiting for
thee, pretty one. There is just as
much place for thee in this place as
there is for those gold-monogramed,
ivory-backed brushes on that old
broken-legged chest of drawers.'
" 'That is jHSt it, Emma,' I wailed.
'There is no place for me and I have
lost all my money and I can't get
work and I want to die, and '
" 'Here, here, kid, one at a time!
Begin all over and go slow!'
"Margie, I just had to tell some
one, and so I began the whole story,
and before I got to where my mother
died that girl's arms were about me.
" 'You poor, lonely, little rabbit,
don't you go off your head! I'll help
you get a place tomorrow. If I've
got canned we'll look for jobs togeth
er. Come over in my room and stay
'"Margie, I suddenly remembered
the conventional note of condolence
I had received from my companions
at school and never a word since, and
in my heart I made a little prayer:
'Oh, God, help me, too, to be. just
(To Be Continued)
TALKING IN HIS SLEEf-
After being arrested he was hur
ried to the City hospital, where Mr.
Harris, still unconscious, accused
him of shooting him. N. Y. World,