The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-05-31
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"What did Dick find out about
jack asked Mary as soon as we
were seated in my bedroom and
she had duly admired the latest
additions to my baby's wardrobe.
He found Jack delirious from
drink and dissipation and made
him promise that he would come
home the next day. Instead of
doing this Jack disappeared from
the hospital and no one knows
where he is"
Eyes, Mother WaverIy- had a
letter from him this morning in
which he told her that the reason
he did not come was because he
felt so terribly because | would
not forgive and live with him
again. She Immediately called
me up and told me that / was to
write to him and tell him he must
come home to me at once; that !
was unhappy without him and
impatiently awaiting his return.
Butt am not impatiently
awaiting his return l had the
courage to tell her.
"'You should be-" she an
swered angrily; 4 cannot under
stand your attitude in this mat
ter, Mary. When you know what
all this family has done for you
and what you would have been if
Jack had not married you, can
not conceive any excuse for your
conduct
am not going to discuss
these matters over the telephone,
l said, but | will just say that
had kept myself pretty we'll ply
sically and morally before | met
Jack and was capable of doing so
now without him, and then, Mar
gle, | hung up the phone. Did l
do wrong?"
Il don't think SO, dear" | an
swered. 1T is astonishing to
what extent many mothers will
go in trying to make others do
things for their children. Moth
er Waverly never really did any
thing for Jack except to bear
him. She never thinks of him
except to say to herself: 4 am
his mother She tells him how
much she loves him, but never
puts herself out in the slightest
for him. Her attitude is always:
why should l? AM HIS
MOTHE | have often thought
1t was great wonder that Mol
lie has grown up with as much
common sense as she has ac-
quired.
Certainly her mother has
never showed the faintest glim-
mering of desire to build up the
character of her children. When
she has said: My blessed boy
my darling daughter, your
mother always loves you, she
thinks she has done all-that is
required. | feel il | shall be like
this that 1t would be better that
my baby did not live"
Mary looked at me in surprise
and asked: Why do you feel so
bitter, Margie? The only time
when you lose your temper is
when you speak of Dicks
mother"
l laughed, for she had spoken
the truth, little book. Mothers
of the Waverly type always affect
me as red rag does bull" l
explained.
Just then there was a burst of
laughter from the room beyond
and Dick called: Come in, Mar
gle, and make us a rarebit. Aunt
Mary and Jim have had unexcep-
tional luck and beaten us to a
FRAGILE
"All right. While you are
playing the rubber, Mary and |
will concoct the rarebit."
Almost thou persuadest
me, said Jim as he surveyed
my pretty table that Mary and /
had decked out with my laciest
doilies and brightest silver.
''Wait until you taste Margie's
rarebit and you will be entirely
persuaded" boasted Dick
proudly.
And yet, you say said Kitty,
shyly, that it is not true that
the way to mans heart is
through his stomach"
mo man can tell the way to
even his own heart" remarked
Dick sententiously, "for he does
not know the way himself-he
can only tell that it has :. been
found when someone. like Margie
here, comes in and fills the
space"
Pretty good-pretty good for
an old married man." commended
Jim as he seated Aunt Mary and
Kitty; Dick doing the same for
Mary and me and lingering a lit
tie over my chair.
Little bookN little book, mar
rage CAN be a heavenly state.
Continued Tomorrow