Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1915-02-10
Confessions
OF a
Wife
An Old-Timc Confab With Mollie.

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copyrighted, 1918, by the Newspaper En-
terprise Association.)
"Murgie, will you come down and
have lunch with me?" phoned Mollie
this morning.
"Of course | will, dear, what time
do you want me-"
81 take my luncheon from l until
O'Clock as Mr. lIatton goes out at
that time"
.'All right, Mollio, III be-where do
you want to meet me?"
Come to the office and then we can
go anywhere we like"
Aunt Mary, bless her heart, said
she would be glad to have little
time alone-"to get myself together
and settle myself down to my own
way Of living once more"
Maggie has become a fine maid so
! did not have to worry over leaving
Aunt Mary on that score.
Come in and see Mr.. Hatton," said
Mollie.
DO you think ] should do so?"
"Why not? He told me he wanted
to see you again and try and persuade
YOU to write those chlldrens stories"
"Mollie, l can't write children's
stories. I never wrote a child's story
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mother to write Of children"
Mr.. Hatton says: The greatest
stories are not Of life as it is, but as
1t might be-
Mr.. Hntton, my dear Mollie, is only
quoting Aristotle who said 1T is not
the function Of the poet to relate what
has happened but what may hap
pen
Molie looked up at me rather en-
viously. 81 wish ! knew as much as
you, Margie You and Mr.. Hatton
are 50 alike in attalnments. | never
could understand why you fell in love
with Dick who probably would think
Aristotle q Kind Of cheese and who
would declare that he liked George
Cohap better than Shakespeare
Il guess Dick and l are in the same
boat"
What do you mean by that Mol
le?" J asked in a whisper. We were
sitting in the reception room outside
Mr. Hattons office.
We'll, | may as well tell you.
Mareie | like Mr.. Hatton the best of
any man have ever met and always
feel like little numbskull in his com
pany. He is always referring to those
old Greek or Roman fellows and |
am wondering If they are philosoph-
ers or n kind Of ancient wine.
81 told him this once and you ought
to have heard him laugh. You know
he seldom smiles but this time he
threw back his head and laughed long
and loud MY child, you certainly
are as refreshing as a clear mountain
spring that one comes upon after a
long hard climb on a sunny sterile
upward path
Wasn't that grand?'
Very pretty my dear. but ] advise
you not to get interested in man Of
that klnd-you would have a terrible
time living up to the tastes and ideals
Of man like that"
mo. | wouldn't she answered
eagerly. "T have never been bit diff
ferent when ] am with him than ! am
every day-he likes me that way"
Then her lively girlish face clouded
a little. Honestly. Margie. | can't
tell whether he likes me or not.
IL never have known a man who
was az considerate OF me as Mr.. Hat
ton is, when | am with him. Yet
Margie. he has never asked 10 call.
Even when dear Dad died he only left
his card and flowers. Perhaps this
may be on account Of what Dick said
that time Mr.. Hatton brought me
home in his car. CT wish Dick would
Just mind his own business. ] bet If
even you told all YOU knew | would
find that Master Dick was no saint)