Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 94: what you’re looking at

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ie b& A \ | SS = idl i} By BEATRICE ASHTON VANDEGRIFT {D and me had been going together for two months, him begging me every day to cease working down to Ter- rence & Malloy, computing engineers, where I tickle the adding machine, and play with a row of wash-tubs in a Brooklyn flat. . And I would of, too, being kind of batty over the boy, if it wasn’t I was scared of becoming a neglected wife. Now, being a neglected wife is an awful thing, according to the movies. It really is a crime, ain’t it, to think of a cold hearted hubby leaving his poor little snook- ums alone for eight whole hours while he trifles his time away at the office? Of course, he’s earning the dough to keep a roof over her head, food in her stomach and clothes on her back, except when attired in evening wear, but it’s funny he can’t manage to do it whilst entertaining her on the golf links or accompanying her to the afternoon meeting of the bridge club. Yes, the men is a pretty inconsiderate lot, and I was going to be sure I wasn’t getting no wife neglecter before I kissed my happy bachelor days farewell and Lohengrined up the aisle on Sid’s stalwart lunch-lugger. Then, also, I was afraid that his love for me might wane with the passing days. Only last week I strolled in with Sid to a movie house down the block and seen a film entitled: “The Dying Flame” where a fellow tires of his wife and hunts up another cutie. 724 EOMIicdoo