The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1918-05-07
CONFESSIONS
Of A Wife
DlCklE'S NOSE WORRIES
MARGARET ANN

Little Margaret Ann was scrutinix.
lng Richard Waveriy Ill. very care.
fully. and her look was one OF adj
miration blended with COMMUNICATION.
| did not let her know that was
watching her. but 10 tell you the
truth. little book. dear little Mar.
care, Ann was amusing me more
than my ono had done sine. the
great end and tho great beginning
In my life.
Her naive Joy In my baby. and her
absolutely unconscious way Of tell
Ing IN. she was afraid he would not
grow up as pretty IA her own tiny
brother. brought the first smile TO
my lips since hts birth.
do you really think. Aunt Mar.
gle" she said hcsitatingiy
Yes. dear. what IL it,
DO you really think that Cod d!d
no; make a mistake and take a but.
ton for pattern instead OF a nos.
when he stuck on piekle'sf" she
asked lnnocently.
''Oh. his nose IL all right" I an.
swer.d as smiled at her aolicitud..
you see. dear. all babies noses
look like buttons tucked on their
faces" answered. Yours was Just
lk, that She looked at me incr.d.
ulousiy. bent over the baaxsno,tn and
put her finger appralsingIy on the
queer little bit OF flesh that was
Dickie's uniformed nose. then nh.
walked over To a mirror and exam.
ined her own beautifully formed nose
carefully.
Little book. have seldom seen a
more beautiful child than little Mar
garet Ann. Her Irish gray eyes.
put in with a smutty finger" her
beautiful dark curly hair and com.
plexion OF cream and roses. would be
all that was necessary to make her
an unusually lovely child. even with.
out her browning beauty. a perfec,
mouth Of coral line and dazzling
afpile that shows perfect teeth.
She looked at me rather doubtfuiiy
after she had once or twice glanced
from the baby to herself. and then
she asked.
You are not funning with me. are
you. Aunt Margic7.'
mo. dear. | really thing the pat.
tern for babies noses liz little
round button. but you see from your
own that they turn out all right"
''Oh. I am so glad I've been aw.
fully worried from the very first
Aunt MarRie. over Dlckie's nose. You
see I wanted him to be something
that Uncle Dick could be proud OF up
there In heaven. and. OF course.
knew he would be seeing all sorts OF
angels day after day. and I did not
want him to be disappointed In his
very own son"
Dear little Margaret Ann, put
my arm about her and drew her to
me. In the yielding OF her little
body there was comfort, and aA she
put her arms about my neck and
her soft dewy lips met mine. the
first tears that I had shed since
Dicks death came TO my eyes and
rolled down my face and dropped on
hers. Her dear little arms clasped
me tighter. and her ready sympa-
thetic tears mingled with mine.
Dear Aunt Margie. | just think
he Is the beautifulcst baby in all the
world. and | am sure that Uncle
Dick In saying to himself that no
little angel up there looks half as
good as his own baby down here.
And when I go to bed tonight I'll
just ask God to tell Uncle Dick that
Dickie's nose will be all right: that
Is. al a.
so mothers can enjoy seeing them
grow from buttons into noses. You
sec. Aunt Margie. / didn't mean TO
make you cry. was just so wor.
ried about 1t could not help speak.
Ing about IT. but now wen both
watch It grow"
! just Rugged that darling child TO
my heart | tell you. little book.
got from her more comfort than any
one, and resolved In my heart that
| would see that Dicks boy should
grow into a man that would make
Dick proud OF him.
I'm tell you what" broke in the
childish voice OF little Margaret
Ann. "I'il just have the nurse talk
to mother over the phone. and she
will come over and make you all
well. Mother can do that the best
OF anybody"
Yes. darling. ! know she can"
answered. thinking how many times
In the long ago my dear Annie had
taken me in her arms and comforted
me, and ri tell you what I am go
ing to do. I'm to ask your mother II
she and you and baby brother won't
go with me away somewhere next
week
Little Margaret AIMS eyes danced
and she said, II know mother will
go. for ! heard her tell father she
was worried about you being tied up
here with that old ter .ter.termagant.
Say. Aunt MarRie, | never saw a
termagant. Won't you show me
yours"