The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1915-01-19
Ike Confessions OF a Wife
Bill Tenney Tires of Play

Would you rather sit in the corner
over here little while, Mr. Hatton?
am bit tired"
He took me to seat with alacrity
and, looking out on the dancers. said:
DO you know, Mrs. Wayerly, never
thought that people with as much
money as Harry and Eliene could live
as simply. Money has always meant
TO me Formally, Conyentionality and
hypocrisy. / have grown to hate IT,"
| look at him with surprise, because
Harry had told me that, for genera
tions, the Hatton family had money
and Mr.. Hat'on was one OF the multi
millionaires OF the country.
Il have associated with so-called
great ladies all my life" he continued.
but | don't believe | have ever met
but one womanly woman until came
here did not know, until wHs four
years old that the beautiful being who
used to float in dressed like the prin-
cess In the fairy tale, was mother. oh,
| was wonderfully we'll cared for" he
said, answering my look. My nursery
suite was as scientifically fitted up as
a hospital My night and day nurses
had come from special course OF
training I'm children's hospital. My
French honne spoke with the purest
Parisienne accent. In fact, | did not
know that had missed anything until
one day. when | went out walking
with Marie, saw in front OF me a
little boy about my own age, and as
got near him he slipped and fell.
Immediately, from the bench be-
side him, woman rose with cry
and snatched him TO her breast, kiss
ing him and talking TO him in tone
ot voice | had never heard before.
Something hurt me and began
to cry and Marie said to me: What
is the matter, child; you must not cry;
yon will spoil your velvet frock.
Il held out my arms to her as
had seen the other little boy do TO the
other woman. My little heart was
aching to be taken up and loved and
cuddled, but Marie quietly tried to
wipe away my tears.
al was crying so hard now that the
other little boy came over to comfort
me.
"Here, here, don't touch Master
Chadwick said Marie anxiously Tie
woman turned on her like fury.
whats the matter with ye? Don't
touch him, indeed. Don't we see the
kid Is starvin' to death for little
lovin'? Come here, lamiken; come
to Nora
"For the first time in my life I had
been spoken to in loves voice. ran
with cry OF JOY into those synpa-
thetic Irish arms. | pillowed my head
on that ample breast.
"Marie was frightened, but I insist
ed that Nora should go home with us,
~ l. q
she did not Fate was good TO me.
At the door / met my father. just get
ting out Of his limousine He was an
austere man, but ] had found In my
short life that he always gave me
everything for which | asked
81 ran 20 him, holding the little
bows hand. I want Nora and Pat
N shouted. Give me Nora and Pat
INV father looked surprised and an.
moved, but when the explanations lad
been made in excited French and EN-
phstic Irish dialect he was amused.
Nora was a widow She could come
and be nurse TO Chadwick provided
abe could have little place where
she could 'kape' Patrick
'sWen, the matter was fixed up after
n few days. and Nora. bless her. was
the only mother I have ever known.
NV own mother went out of my life
soon after"
ard Pat2" I could not help asking,
for Mr.. Hatton's story was like a
play of "a poor little rich boy"
Pat" he answered. with the first
smile | had seen on his face since he
began 10 tell me theastory, :" Pat is my
managing editor at the Daily --. He
went through college with me and
knows lot more than / do. Pat
keeps my faith in human nature alive.
Dear old More keeps house for US
and makes JUS comfortable. but until