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Show $ T H E W I DO,W,' S PHILOSOPHY. & ct f you would keep tho love of any man, never let him know that you have caught him In a lie," said the widow. "If you do. he never will forgive for-give you. It will make him uncomfortable, and to his dying day a man holds a grudge against anybody that has made him uncomfortable. There lb nothingtbat so endears a woman to a man as a trustful absorption of his cholcebt lies. Contr'arywlse, thcrels nothing that bo weakens her hold on his affections as an accusation accu-sation of untruthfulness backed up by Indisputable proof. l "It Is a pity all women cannot learn this. If they could, the divorce courts would get a chance to shut down every day on schedule time. 1 learned It. An aged woman who had had four husbands gave mo a Up on that before I married, and I played t strong all the way through. I admit It was hard work. There came times when ray common sense fairly shouted for vindication? when, the pretended Inability to see be-yond be-yond iny own nose or oven to tho end of It drove me to desperation; but the simulated virtue paid ln the long run.. My husband lived, and went to his reward sus; I talned in an unfaltering fnith In my stupidity. Consequently Conse-quently he loved me to the end. "I am going to'inanage tho next one the same way. Will there be another? Oh, why, didnVc you know? Well, yes, I am oh. to Howard Miller. Oh. it hasn't been definitely bettle.d yet Some Ume In May, I believe." be-lieve." j The girl ln blue beamed upon the widow admiringly. "No "doubt your philosophy is sound," she said, "but I never could live up to It By the way, I suppose you had a Une time going to the theatre last week?" "No," said tho widow, "I didn't go at all. Howard was ill. lie had to stay home from the otllee all last week, lie wrote to mo twice a day. Toor follow, ho wasn't able to get out of the houe." The girl In" blue stared hard, then blinked rapidly. "Mciclful goodness!" she gasped. "Oh, dear If this Isn't what shall 1 do? I don't suppose I ought yes, I must Sec here, my dear," she said, with determination. de-termination. "I've got to tell you something. bate to do It, but It's my duly. Ilowaid .Miller lied to you. Yos, lied. He may have been ill, but he wasn't too 111 to got out of the house. Why, my dear, he he wont to the theatre five limes last week. My brother saw him there. Five times. Just think of It!" The widow grabbed her handkerchief and gloves. "Lot mo out of hero, quick," she wild. "Went to the thentro Ave times in one week, did lie? Aud yet he wasn't nble-to.comc to see me! O-o-oh, how; dare ha lid to me so! I'll show him! Just wait tilPI catch him, If 1. don't" ; . . |
