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WHEN A MAN MARRIES
by Mary Roberts Rinehart

Contents
I At Least I Meant Well II The Way It Began III I Might Have Known
It IV The Door Was Closed V From The Tree Of Love VI A Mighty
Poor Joke VII We Make An Omelet VIII Correspondents' Department
IX Flannigan's Find X On The Stairs XI I Make A Discovery XII The
Roof Garden XIII He Does Not Deny It XIV Almost, But Not Quite
XV Suspicion and Discord XVI I Face Flannigan XVII A Clash and A
Kiss XVIII It's All My Fault XIX The Harbison Man XX Breaking Out
In A New Place XXI A Bar of Soap XXII It Was A Delirium XXIII
Coming

Needles and pins Needles and pins, When a man marries His trouble
begins.
Chapter I.
AT LEAST I MEANT WELL
When the dreadful thing occurred that night, every one turned on me.
The injustice of it hurt me most. They said I got up the dinner, that I

asked them to give up other engagements and come, that I promised all
kinds of jollification, if they would come; and then when they did come
and got in the papers and every one--but ourselves--laughed himself
black in the face, they turned on ME! I, who suffered ten times to their
one! I shall never forget what Dallas Brown said to me, standing with a
coal shovel in one hand and a--well, perhaps it would be better to tell it
all in the order it happened.
It began with Jimmy Wilson and a conspiracy, was helped on by a
foot-square piece of yellow paper and a Japanese butler, and it
enmeshed and mixed up generally ten respectable members of society
and a policeman. Incidentally, it involved a pearl collar and a box of
soap, which sounds incongruous, doesn't it?
It is a great misfortune to be stout, especially for a man. Jim was rotund
and looked shorter than he really was, and as all the lines of his face, or
what should have been lines, were really dimples, his face was about as
flexible and full of expression as a pillow in a tight cover. The angrier
he got the funnier he looked, and when he was raging, and his neck
swelled up over his collar and got red, he was entrancing. And
everybody liked him, and borrowed money from him, and laughed at
his pictures (he has one in the Hargrave gallery in London now, so
people buy them instead), and smoked his cigarettes, and tried to steal
his Jap. The whole story hinges on the Jap.
The trouble was, I think, that no one took Jim seriously. His ambition
in life was to be taken seriously, but people steadily refused to. His art
was a huge joke--except to himself. If he asked people to dinner, every
one expected a frolic. When he married Bella Knowles, people
chuckled at the wedding, and considered