The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-16
The Confessions
. of a Wife C

"bores." / don't always agree
with him, for | am fond of i'm
personal conversation, especially
II 1t has literary tinge.
With Dick, however, 1t is diff
ferent. Anything that has lit
erary flavor bores him to death.
II woman should say. las EN-
erson says" that would be her
finish as far as he is concerned,
but ! have quoted Emerson to
him lots of times, but have made
the quotation marks silent and he
has enjoyed it.
The alert business man of to-
day seems to shy at the word
"high-brOw," not realizing that
he has to have brains or he
could not succeed in his bust
ness. Sometimes l think business
men have q horror of the philo-
sophical writing man who only
thinks. They like Jack London,
Rex Beach and Kipling ain his
earlier stories) because they have
done things as well as written
them.
Perhaps when Dick is older;
when the world does not seem
This OYSTER" to take 1t from
Shakespeare, to be opened and it's
juicy meat either swallowed or
thrown away, he will enjoy the
philosophy of life as written by
our great thinkers Today he
only enjoys the activity of life
and its description.
When Dick suggested that we
go to the theater to get away
from all our family and
friends" worries I knew he had
in mind some light sort of show,
but, as | had been going to moth
ing but musical comedies be-
cause he wanted to go, suggest
ed that We should see real play.
However, did not think l was
going to introduce him to such a
problem as we found in "Mid
Channel"
Poor Zoe Blundell!" said
with sigh as we came out of the
door after the poor woman had
ended her mistaken life and sor-
rows by throwing herself out of
the window.
"She only got what was COM
ing to her," said Dick grimly.
But you don't think she was
really to blame, do you, Dick?"
I asked.
"Of course, / do. She was an
idle, self-centered hussy who had
to be admired and flattered all
the time"
"And what was he, pray?" l
asked rather nastily.-
We'll, he was no angel" was
Dicks reply, "but no man is, and
If a woman only would study us
a bit she would find that she
could put anything over she
wanted to with u.s."
Dick, dear, did it ever occur
to you that woman gets rather
tired of studying you and plan
ming how she shall put 1t over?
When you talk of being easily
flattered, my dear, l do not think
a wife is in it with a husband.
He wants to be flattered all the
time. I'll bet at this very mo-
ment IL down in your heart you
thought / did not believe that
you we're the only great man in
the universe you would be so hurt
that you would sulk all the
evening""
But the Blundells were such |
rotters,' Margie, to use one OIL
their phrases. l suppose Pinero
Is our greatest living English
dramatist, but his chief concern
seems to be with unworthy people
and unworthy motives"
For a man who doesn't think
my dear, that seems to me to be
fine, clean, strong, most uncom-
promising opinion of the play we
have sene, and | wish we could |
see them oftener If only to make
you speak out in meeting on such |
queer bits of humanity and life."
II don't" answered Dick. 81
don't want my mind narrowed up
with such rot"
To BE Continued Tomorrow