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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MARGIE SHOWS LITTLE .AFFECTION FOR DICK HAS SHE LOST
POWER OF LOVING?
"After your trip to the sea shore
with Eliene," Dick told me, "you and
I will take a little holiday." .
.For the life of me, little book, J
could not get up any enthusiasm
about a trip, and I said, "We will wait
until I get perfectly well, Dick, before
we make any plans."
"Yes, dear," he said, "I know I've
got to win you all over again and I
am going to do so. We'll put that
second honeymoon trip as far in the
future as you wish, but we will take
it sometime just the same."
"Some way, the thought of the-future
tires me, Dick," I said. "It takes
all my strength to live in the present
I seem to have forgotten the past ex
cept as a hazy dream and the fu
ture seems such a long way off that
my soul grows tired as I contemplate
"Even when you give thajt weary
little smile, Margie," said Dick, "it
ripples all over your face and dis
appears behind your ears in the way
I used to love. Margie, I cant tell
you how I have missed that smile of
yours since you have been ill."
That little speech of Dick's thrilled
me and I exclaimed:
"I am going to live again, to enjoy
life riotously. I'm going to breathe
through my eyes as well as my lungs.
I'm going to take all the joy of this
great world into my arms. I am lit
erally going to feel the touch of it
the warmth of it." '
Dick seemed a little frightened, as
he put a detaining hand on me, as if
he thought I was going to fly out of
"Here, my girl," he said, "don't
you go too fast. You must try to be
content to get well slowly."
"Content!" I ejaculated scornfully.
"I have tried to be content with just
lying like a log so long. Trying to
be 'content under adverse circum
stances is living close to the fire of
Dick bent over my bed. Involun
tarily I drew away and the feeling
thatould move blotted out every
"Oh, Dick, Dick," I said almost
hysterically. "Don't you see that I
"Yes, dear, I see that you are mov
ing away from me," he said, rather
scornfully. "But I am going to
make you love me all over again."
"And are you going to love me all
over again?" I asked maliciously.
"I have never ceased to love you,
Now, little book, can you beat
that? Aren't men the queerest things
alive? I really believe Dick thinks he
has always loved me.
Do you think, little book, that my
year of being just a log, when I have
had to suppress every emotion, has
taken from me the power of loving?
(To Be Continued.)
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