Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1915-02-11
Confessions
Of a
Wife
At the Luncheon Table.

copyrighted. 1915, by the Newspaper En-
terprise Association)
Mollie laughed. Don't you know
Pat?" she asked.
| confessed that the gentleman Of
presumably Irish extraction and |
were strangers.
"Wen, Pat is Mr.. Hatton's foster
brother and his managing editor. lie
is lust the dandiest pal | have ever
known, and the boys in the office tell
me he is the only editor they have ever
known with red blood In his veins IN
stead of printers ink You see, Pat
is not real dyed -in-the- editor
and the things he does once In a while
make the old timers sit up and take
notice. He and Mr.. Hatton have al
ready almost put the paper on pay
ing basis. Isn't that grand =
| laughed and commented: Il thlnk
It would be better to put 1t on an an
solutely paying basis"
ANYWAY, you know Mr.. Hatton has
a lot of money and he's gong TO
clean up this town, and | told him
I'd help him do it."
MolIie lifted her chin and smiled.
pat told me the most wondertul
things about him. Why do you know,
Margie," she said, Pat says that ne
has never known a good woman with
the exception Of Pats own mother
Nora. in all his life before he came
here. Mr.. HattOn's mother eloped
with another man when he was a
small child. Until Nora Chats Pats
mother. YOU know came Poor Chad,
| mean MIR. Hatton, had never known
what II was to have any one love
him. His father was Immersed IN
business and his mother only lived for
admiration and society until she de-
serted him and her husband. Pat says
Mr.. Hatton's mother always disliked
him and would not have him at all II
his father had not insisted and had
given her a hundred thousand dollars
for n child to inherit his money
THAT is probably the reason, Mol
lie, why Mr.. Hatton fights shy OF the
whole sex, including you. But why
do you call Mr.. Sullivan, your man
aging editor. Pat?"
81 don't to his face; but, you see,
Mr.. Hatton talks lot about him and
always calls him Pat. and-and- well,
you see. Margie, ] haven't any doubt
about Pat know he likes me. He
has asked me TO the theatre. and II
was he that took me home in Mr..
Hatton's car. Margie. Pat Sullivan Is
nearer my caliber than Chadwick Hat
ton. He is brilliant Irishman, and ]
know he is going TO ask me to marry
him as soon as I'll let him; but some
way. the sadness Of my boss face
haunts me"
There. you see, little book, one man
excites Mollie's curiosity and the
other proffers his love. one man
takes her into realms Of thought that
she did not know existed. and the
other is only an open book that she
reads each day.
One gives her chance for constant
exploration OF mind and heart. and
the other is something she can take
for granted--one who talks Of the
commonplace things Of everyday life.
"Mollie, Molie." / said, Il am
afraid you are laying up trouble for
yourself. and all because you have,
for the first time. met man who
keeps from telling you something OF
his admiration for your cleverness and
youth.
sometimes, dear. / think husbands
and wives know each other least OF
all. Their very nearness to each
other makes them lose the perspec-
tive"
Il like your Pat as you call him.