The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-05-05
:. The ::
Confessions
of a Wife
MY LITTLE BOOK is
MY BALANCE WHEEL

When Dick called me up today
U wonder if | have told you, lit
tie book, that he had telephone
installed right near my bed with
a long cord so that | could talk
from any part of the room or out
on the enclosed porch) | said to
him, Come up and spend the
evening with me, If you have
nothing better to do"
Il never have anything better
to do" was the answer, but there
was no enthusiasm in the voice.
II meant, Dick dear, IL you had
nothing you would rather to do"
What time do you want me?"
was the question that came back.
Can you come to dinner?'
There was a slight hesitation,
and then, I'm awfully sorry,
Margie, I've business dinner en-
gagement with a couple of men
from out of town, but | can get in
at about ten o'clock, if you need
me-"
Look here. Dick" / replied,
II don't need you and I don't
want you to ever feel that you
must break any engagement for
me. / thought if you had moth
ing else TO do we might have
little visit. Mrs. Selwin says you
spend lots of nights over in your
room alone.
We'll. ! have mad many bust
ness problems to work out late
ly."
And no others?"
"Oh | expect every man has
few old problems of his own
favorite brand that he takes out
and turns over in his mind when
he has nothing better to do"
"All right, DEAR" l called back,
remember I'll be mighty glad to
have you come in the first even
ing you have minute to spare"
''Pll come tomorrow night,
Margie, and If you are not asleep
when come home tonight. | will
drop in. Goodbye dear"
or course, you know, little
| book, that, being a woman, just
turned my face to the wall and
shed few tears after that talk
over the telephone. And l knew
Dick did not feel any more COM
Portable than | did, for late in the
afternoon there came by special
messenger a beautiful box OF
roses.
Poor old Dick, he does not
know what to do with me. I am
the first problem that he has ever
had that he cannot work out or
get rid of.
Like the man he is, he is doing
the best he can, bless him. and /
feel much sorrier for him than ]
do for myself.
| had to smile a little over his
roses, although a tear or two ran
down my checks, for | thought
how typical OF man was this gift
Whenever a man feels sorry
for woman he gives her some
thing. Whenever a man hurts a
woman he gives her something
| Dick feels so sorry for ME that
| am sure any thought of me is a
painful one. and when he found
that he could not be with me this
evening he sent flowers. During
all our married life we have never
had a misunderstanding that he
l has not brought me home some
gift when his anger cooled.
Most of my jewels | received
during his experience with Ell
eanor Fairlow.
In some way, little book, am
not very fond of jewels.
Donna Tenney told me that all
the rings she ever received from
Bill. except her engagement ring,
she knew were given her as con-
scince offerings and she was able
pretty fairly to guess by the value
of the jewels the seriousness of
the wrong he had felt he had
done her. y
Donna's collection of rings is
most wonderful,
Isn't it queer, little book, how
my mind runs away with me
when | come to talk with you?
But | must say that you are
my greatest comfort. Principally,
think, because | am absolutely
honest with you. And then you
are a habit with me-the most
deep seated one | have.
l began this little confession to
you with the transcription of my
talk with Dick. l told you of the
smiles and tears it caused. Then,
as my thoughts wandered, you got
them all.
By doing this l have worked
myself into a calmer mood. |
thought when I commenced to
write that l could not possibly