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How to Manage
a Husband
(Jit tHKN I write my
‘How to Maim
my book on
lage Hus
bands,’ " serenely began j
tht» girl who likes to talk. Then the |
storm broke and she paused
“You haven't a husband!" cried the j
bride.
"That’s why I’m entirely competent j
to handle the subject!" retorted th»-.
girl who likes to talk.
“Why, you can't manage a canary, |
1*0 alone a man!" scoffed her sister
"I said ‘husband,’ not a mere man,
sweetly explained the girl who likes
to talk. "Any kind of mao can bo a
man. but H takes a particular kind
to be a husband. That's why so many
women make mistakes they don t
appreciate the difference. They are
exactly «s foolish as the men who
think any kind of Huffy-ruffles Kiri
has in her the* makings of an ideal
rook and housekeeper ready to pop
forth like the cap in a Chriatmaa
eracker!
‘‘Why, it’s no more natural for one
of these snaky, fascinating, almond-
eyed sirens that men go crazy over to
keep house than it is for every man
to like to dig ditches just because
that's a man’s work! However, that-
isn’t the point.
She Knows.
"Naturally, any woman with souse
will keep htfr iron hand concealed
w ithin her glove,'but no matter how
much she coos away in public about
what ‘Jack says’ and how Mack wants
this’ or Mack wants that,’ she knows
perfectly well that in reality she is
ruling .lack with precision and dis
patch, and if she has had time enough
he is jumping through hoops and
lying down and rolling over in haste
at the crack of the whip
"1 don’t believe in the crushed mar
ried woman you read about! Any
woman has it in her power to make
things so awfully uncomfortable for
a man at home that if she lets him
bully her she deserves it as a reward
for her own stupidity. of course,
there are eccentric men who under
circumstances like these will shrug
their shoulders and go to the club or
the theater and forget it, and then
friend wife loses the trick, but the
average man is lost outside his own
home, and you couldn’t pry him away
If you tried.
"He is helpless in the hands of the
feminine enemy. He couldn’t find ills
clean shirts to save his neck, and
long, long ago he lost track of the
lair from which emerge his clean
handkerchiefs and socks. He has
trustfully received them from the
hands of his wife for so many moons
that he’d have to hire a detective
agency if lie had to search for them
himself Ah for towels, all he has
to do is stretch forth his hand and
open the cupboard door in the bath
room. but he never does it. He
cranes his neck over the stairs and
shouts down reproachfully to his
wife that there apparently is not a
towel in the house and lie pathetically
wishes, if it is not too much trouble,
that she would ascend the stairs and
find one. He hates to bother her. of
course, but he really must have a
towel.
"Then he stands more or less pa
tiently while she opens the cupboard
door and bumps him in the nose with
it and gets a towel and stuffs it into
his hands. Perhaps, however, she
tarries to wipe the back of her hus
band’s neck and ears for him, like
one woman 1 knew.
“Why, 1 heard about a man who
got married because he had millions
of loving relatives and it drove him
crazy buying presents for them a‘t
holiday time, and ho knew that if
he had a wife she would have to buy
the presents. Husbands shift all
sorts of things upon their wives’
shoulders besides shopping. They
make them do all the dinner calls and
the letter writing and the charity
work, and the battling with house
bills and the invitation list, ami If a
woman is wise she will submit to it.
The secret is to make your husband
so dependent on you that he’d be lost
without you, and then he’ll be so
scared at the idea of losing you that
he’ll let you do an\ old thing you
want to!”
What They Do.
"I don’t see anything very bright
about that," said the sister of the
girl who likes to talk. "In plain
words, make £ slave of yourself in
order to boss your husband. Who
comes out ahead?"
"I am sure," said tin* bride. "I
don’t ha\> to manage Jim. He is
perfectly lovely io me and lets me
have my own way in every"
“Oh. my book isn’t going to be
written for cynics and little blind
geese like you two," explained the
girl who likes to talk. "It's for the
women who realize that they’ve either
get to manage theii husbands 01 die
In the attempt. And mostly," added
the girl, with a sigh, "they do!"
"What?" asked the bride.
“Die.” explained the girl who likes
to tali', "still trying t<> learn!"
What Enry Learned.
A Powerful Story of Ad
venture, Intrigue andLovc
SYNOPSIS.
Alary Turner, after the death of
her father and mother, is forced
to make her own way In life. Hhe
secures a position at the Empo
rium. a department store owned
by Edwtfrd Gilder, and, after five
years of bare existence, valueble
silks are stolen from the store,
traced to Mary’s department, and
some of the goods found in h£r
locker. Although innocent, the
girl is arrested and sentenced to
three years in prison.
After her conviction she tells
George Damarest, chief of Gilder s
legal stafT. that she can show the
merchant, how to stop thievery in
ills store if gam bed a ten-minute in
terview'. The interview is granted,
and. handcuffed to a plain-clothes
man. she enters Gilder’s private
office. He enters immediately af
terward.
Without mincing of words, Mary
tells him that he can stop stealing
by paying his employees a living
wage.
Now go on with the story
Copyright. 1913, by the II. K. Ply Com
pany The play “Within the l<aw" In
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelizatibn of it is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex-
rights of tlie representation
anj performance of “Within the JiRw”
in all languages.
TOI) A V \S INST A LLM ENT.
In the end. the suggestion came
from Mary Turner herself, to the
great surprise of Aggie, atid
tell, of herself.
There were two factors that chiefly
influenced her decision. The first was
due to the feeling that, since the
world had rejected her, she need no
longer concern herself with the
world’s opinion, or retain any scru
ples over It. Hark of tills lay her
bitter sentiment toward the man who
had been the direct cause of her im
prisonment, Edward Gilder. It seem
ed to her that the general warfare
against tin* world might well be made
an initial step in the warfare she
meant to wage, somehow, some time,
against that man personally, in ac
cordance with the hysterical threat
she had uttered to his face.
The factor that was the immediate
cause of her decision on an irregular
mode of life was an editorial in one
of the daily newspapers. This was a
scathing arraignment of a master in
high finance. The point of the writ
er's attack was the grim sarcasm for
such methods of thievery as are kept
within t)ie law. That phrase hall
the girl’s fancy, and she read the
article again with a quickened inter
est. Then, she began to meditate.
She herself was in a curious, inde
terminate attitude as far as concern
ed the law. It was the law that had
worked the ruin of her life, which
she had striven to make wholesome.
In consequence, she felt for the law n.)
genuine respect, only detestation is
far the epitome of injustice. Yet she
gave it a superficial respect, born
of those three years of suffering which
had been the result of the penalty
inflicted on her. It was as an ef
fect of this latter feeling that she
was determined on one thing of vital
Importance; that never would she be
guilty of anything to pit her against
the law’s decrees. She had known
too many hours of anguish in the
doom set on her life because she had
been deemed a violator of the law.
No, never would she let herself take
any position in which the law could
accuse her. . . But there remained
the fact that the actual cause of her
long misery was this same law, mani
pulated by the man she hated. It had
punished her, though she had meet)
without fault. For that reason, she
must always regard it as her enemy,
must, indeed, hate it with an inten
sity beyond words—with an inten
sity equal to that she bore the man
Gilder. Now, in the paragraph she
had Just read she found a clue to
suggestive thought, a hint as to a
means by which she might satisfy
her rancor against the law that had
outraged her- and thus In safety
since she would attempt nought save
that within the Jaw.
Might Po Anything.
Mary’s heart leaped at the possibil
ity back of those three words, “within
the law." She might do anythin;,
seek my revenge, work any evil, en
joy, enjoy and mastery, as long as
she should keep within the law.Ther* 1
could he no punishment then. That
was the lesson taughr by the captain
in high finance. He was at pains al
ways in his stupendous robberies It)
k« ep within the law. To that end, h *
employed lawyers of mighty cunning
and learning to guide his steps arlgnt
in such tortuous paths. There, then,
was the secret. Why should she
not use the like means? Why, in
deed? She had brains enough to de
vise. surely. Beyond that, she needed
THIN THE LAW .*
By Marvin dan a, from the
Play of BERNARD VEILLER
of apprehension.
“I’m
‘ • It’s Dick! ’ ’ The cry came as a wai lof despair from the girl
only to keep her course most care
fully within those limits of wrong
doing permitted by the statutes. For
that, the sole requirement would be
of wrong-doing permitted by the
statutes. At once, Mary’s mind was
made up. After all, the thing wait
absurdly simple. It was merely .
matter for Ingenuity and for pruden :e
In alliance. . . Moreover. there
would come eventually some adequate
device against her arch-enemy, Ed
ward Glider.
Mary meditated on the idea for many
days, and ever It seemed Increasingly
good to her. Finally. It developed to a
point where she believed It altogether
feasible, and then she took Joe Garson
Into her confidence. He was vastly as
tonished at the outset and not quite
pleased To his view, this plan offered
merely a fashion of setting difficulties
In the way of achievement. Presently,
however, the sincerity and persistence
of the girl won him over. The task of
convincing him would have been easier
had he himself ever known the torment
of serving a term in prison. Thus far,
however, the forger hail always escaped
the penalty for Ills crimes, though often
close 10 conviction. But Mary's argu
ments were of a compelling sort as she
set them fortli in detail, and they made
their appeal to Garson, who was by no
means lacking in a shrewd nat've intel
ligence. He agreed that the experiment
should he made, notwithstanding the
fact that he felt no particular enthusi
asm over the proposed scheme of work
ing. It is likely that his own strong
feeling of attraction toward the girl
whom he had saved from death, who
now appeared before him as a radiantly
beautiful young woman, wus more per
suasive than the excellent ideas which
she presented so emphatically, and with
a logic so impressive.
They Found a Lawyer.
An agreement was made by which
Joe Garson and certain of his more
trusted intimates in the underworld were
to put themselves under the orders of
Mary concerning the sphere of their
activities. Furthermore, they bound
themselves not to engage in any devious
business without her consent. Aggie,
too, was one of the company thus con
stituted, but she figured little in the
preliminary discussions, since neither
Mary nor the forger had much respect
for the intellectual capabilities of the
adventuress, though they appreciated to
the full her remarkable powers of in
fluencing men to her will.
It was not difficult to find a lawyer
suited to the necessities of the under
taking. Mary bore in mind constantly
the high financier’s reliance on the legal
adviser competent to Invent a method
whereby to baffle the law at any de
sired point, and after judicious investi
gation she selected an ambitious and
experienced Jew named Sigismund Har
ris, just in the prime of his mental vig
ors, who possessed a knowledge of the
law pnly to be equaled by his disrespect
for it. He seemed, indeed, precisely
the man to fit the situation for one de
sirous of outraging the law remorsely,
while still retaining a place absolutely
within it.
Forthwith, the scheme was set in
operation. As a first step, Mary Turner
became a young lady of independent for
tune, who had living with her a cousin,
Miss Agnes Lynch. The flat was aban
doned. In its stead was an apartment
in the Nineties on Riverside Drive, in
which the ladies lived alone with two
maids to serve them. Garson had
rooms in the neighborhood, but Jim
Lynch, who persistently refused the
conditions of such an alliance, betook
himself afar, to continue his reckless
gathering of other folk’s money in such
wise as to make him amenable to the
law f the very first time he should be
caught at it.
She Devised a Scheme.
A few tentative ventures resulted in
profits so large that the company grew
mightily enthusiastic over the novel
manner of working. In each instance,
Harris was consulted, and made his
confidential statement as to the legality
of the thing proposed. Mary gratified
her eager mind by careful studies in
this chosen line of nefariousness. After
a few perfectly legal breach-of-promise
suits, due to Aggie's winsome innocence
of demeanor, had been settled advan
tageously out of court, Mary devised a
scheme of greater elaborateness, with
the legal acumen of the lawyer to in
dorse it in the matter of safety.
This netted thirty thousand dollars.
It was planned as the swindling of a
sw’indler—which, in fact, had now be
come the secret principle in Mary's
morality.
A gentleman possessed of some means,
none too scrupulous himself, but with
high financial aspirations, advertised for
a partner to invest capital in a business
sure to bring large returns. This ad
vertisement caught the eye of Mary
Turner, and she answered it. An intro
ductory correspondence encouraged her
to hope for the victory in a game of
cunning against cunning. She consulted
with the perspicacious Mr. Harris, and
especially sought from him detailed in
formation as to partnership law’. His
statements gave her such confidence
that presently she entered into a part
nership with the advertiser. By the
terms of their agreement each deposited
thirty thousand dollars to the partner
ship account. This sum of sixty thou
sand dollars was ostensibly to be de
voted to the purchase of a tract of land,
which should afterward he divided into
lots, and resold to the public at enor
mous profit. As a matter of fact, the
advertiser planned to make a spurious
purchase of the tract in question, by
means of forged deeds granted by an
accomplice, thus making through fraud
a neat profit of thirty thousand dollars.
The issue was, however, disappointing
to him in the extreme. No sooner was
the sixty thousand dollars on deposit in
the bank than Mary Turner drew out
the whole amount, as she had a perfect
right to do legally. When the adver
tiser learned of this, he was, naturally
enough, full to overflowing with wrath.
But after an interview with Harris he
swallowed this wrath as best he might.
He found that his adversary knew a
dangerous deal as to his various swin
dling operations. In short, he could not
go into court with clean hands, which
is a prime stipulation of the law—
though often honored in the breach.
But the advertiser’s hands were too
perilously filthy, so he let himself be
mulcted in raging silence.
A New Game.
The event established Mary as the
arbiter in her own coterie. Here was, in
truth, a new game, a game most enter
taining, and most profitable, and not in
the least risky. Immediately after the
adventure with the advertiser Mary de
cided 4hat a certain General Hastings
would make an excellent sacrifice on
the altar of justice—and to her own
financial profit. The old man wafi a
notorious roue, of most unsavory repu
tation as a destroyer of innocence. It
was probable that he would easily fall a
victim to the ingenuous charms of
Aggie. As for that precocious damsel,
she would run no least risk of destruc
tion by the satyr. So, presently, there
were elaborate plottings. General Hast
ings met Aggie in the most casual way.
He was captivated by her freshness and
beauty, her demureness, her ignorance
of all things vicious. Straightway he
set his snares, being himself already
limed. He showered every gallant at
tention on the naive bread-and-butter
miss, and succeeded gratifyingly soon in
winning her heart—to all appearance
But he gained nothing more, for the
coy creature abruptly developed most
effective powers of resistance to every
blandishment that went beyond strictest
propriety. His ardor cooled suddenly
when Harris filed the papers in a suit
for ten thousand dollars damage for
breach of p^ornise.
Even while this affair was still in the
course of execution, Mary found herself
engaged in a # direction that offered at
least the hope of attaining her great de
sire. revenge against Edward Gilder.
This opportunity came in the person of
his son. Dick. After much contriving
she secured an introduction to that
young man. Forthwith she showed her
self so deliciously womanly, so intelli
gent, so daintily feminine, so singularly
beautiful, that the young man was
enamored almost at once.
The fact thrilled Mary to the depths
of her heart, for in this son of the
man whom she hated she saw the in
strument of vengeance for which she
had so longed. Yet. this one thing was
so vital to her that she said nothing
of her purposes, not even to Aggie, al
though that observant person may have
possessed suspicions more or less near
the truth.
Important Engagement.
It was some such suspicion that lay |
behind her speech as, in negligee, she
sat cross-legged on the bed, smoking a
cigarette in a very knowing way, while
watching Mary, who was adjusting her
hat before the mirror of her dressing ta
ble one pleasant spring morning.
“Dollin’ up a whole lot, ain’t you?"
Aggie remarked affably, with that laxity
of language which characterized her
natural moods.
“I have a very important engagement
with Dick Gilder,” Mary replied, tran
quilly. She vouchsafed nothing more
definite as to her intentions.
“Nice boy, ain’t he?” Aggie ventured,
insinuatingly.
“Oh, I suppose so,’’ came the indiffer
ent answer from Mary, as she tilted the
picture hat to an angle a trifle more
jaunty.
The pseudo cousin sniffed.
“You s’pofte that, do you? Well, any- j
how, he’s here so much we ought to be
chargin’ him for his meal ticket. And i
yet I ain’t sure that you even kne / ’
whether he’s the real goods or not.”
The fair face of Mary Turner hard- i
ened the least bit. There shone an ex
pression of inscrutable disdain in the j
violet eyes, as she turned to regard j
Aggie with a level glance.
“I know that he’s the son—the only 1
son—of Edward Gilder. The fact is j
enough for me.”
The adventuress of the demure face
shook her head in token of complete
bafflement. Her rosy lips pouted in
petulant dissatisfaction.
“I don’t get you, Mary,” she admit
ted, querulously. “You never used to
look at the men. The way you acted
when you first run around with me, I
thought you sure was a suffragette.
And then you met this young Gilder—
and—good-night, nurse!”
The hardness remained in Mary’s face
as she continued to regard her friend.
But now there W’as something quizzi
cal in the glance with which she ac
companied the monosyllable:
Aggie Choked a Little.
"Well?"
Again Aggie shook her head in per
plexity.
“His old man sends you up for a
stretch for something you didn’t do—and
you take up with his son like—’’
"And yet you don’t understand!”
There was scorn for such gross stupid
ity in the musical voice.
Aggie choked a little from the ciga
rette smoke, as she gave a gasp when
suspicion of the truth suddenly dawned
on her slow intelligence.
“My Gawd!” Her voice came in a
treble shriek
wise!"
“But you must understand this."
Mary went on, with an authoritative
note in her voice. “Whatever may be
between young Gilder and me is to be
strictly my own affair. It has absolute
ly nothing to do with the rest of you,
or with our schemes for money-making.
And, what is more, Agnes, I don’t want
to talk about it. But—”
“Yes?” queried Aggie, encouraging,
as the other paused. She hopefully
aw'aited further confidences.
“But I do want to know," Mary con
tinued with some severity, “what you
meant by talking in the public street
yesterday with a common pickpocket.”
Aggie’s childlike face changed swiftly
I its expression from a sly eagerness to
sullenness.
“You know well, Mary Turner," she
cried indignantly, “that 1 only said a
few words In passin’ to my brother Jim.
And he ain’t no common pickpocket.
Hully gee! He’s the best dip in the
business!”
“But you must not be seen speaking
with him,” Mary directed, with a cer
tain air of command now become habit
ual to her among the members of her
clique. “My cousin, Miss Agnes Lynch,
must be very careful as to her asso
ciates."
The volatile Agnes was restored io
; good humor by some subtle quality in
i the utterance, and a family pride as
serted itself.
“He just stopped me to say it’s been
the best year he ever had," she ex
plained. with ostentatious vanity.
Mary appeared skeptical.
“How can that he,” she demanded,
“when the dead line now is John
Street?"
“The dead line!" Aggie scoffed. A
peal of laughter rang merrily from her
curving lips.
“Why, Jim takes lunch every day in
the Wall Street Delmonico’s. Yes,” she
went on with increasing animation,
“and only yesterday he went dow'n to
police headquarters, just for a little ex
citement, ’cause Jim does sure hate dull
life. Say, he told me they’ve got a mat
at the door with ‘Welcome’ on it—in let
ters 3 feet high. Now, what—do—you—
think—of—that?” Aggie teetered joy
ously, the while she inhaled a shock
ingly large mouthful of smoke. “And,
oh, yes!" she continued happily, “Jim,
he lifted a leather from a bull who was
standing in the hallway there at head
quarters! Jim sure does love excite
ment.”
Up-to-Date
Jokes
“So you think you would make a sat
isfactory valet for an old human wreck
like myself, do you?" said the old sol
dier to the applicant for the position of
body servant. “You know I have a
glass eye, a wax arm, and a wooden leg
that need to be looked after, not to men
tion my false teeth.’’
“Oh, that’s all right, colonel,” said
the applicant, cheerfully, “I worked five
years in the assembling department of
the motor car works, and there Isn’t a
machine on the market that I can’t
take apart and put together again with
my eyes shut."
* * *
They were newly wed, and were show
ing their friends over their tiny apart
ments. Each room in turn was inspect
ed. Last on the list came the kitchen.
The little wife waxed eloquent.
“You see,” she said, “that is where 1
do all my cooking. And this is the very
basin in which I mix my cakes.”
“And this,” cried the young man, In
dicating the oven with a sweep of his
arm, "is the brick kiln!"
• * * ,
‘That maid reminds me of you when
you first started to play cards, dear,”
said the. husband at the table, when the
girl was a long time bringing in the
birds for dinner.
“Why so?” inquired the wife.
“She’s delayed the game."
♦ * *
Teacher—Now, who can write me a
sentence containing the word “grue
some?” .
Tommy went up to the blackboard,
and this is what he wrote:
“Dad did not shave for a week and
gruesome whiskers.”
* * *
“Is she musical?”
"Yes; she has a natural voice, a sharp
tongue and a fiat nose.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Her Only Comfort.
She was the new charwoman, and,
because of the fact that her new mis
tress was young and inexperienced,
she was expatiating on her manifold
woes.
“Yes; an’ would you believe it.
mum, there’s me ’usband done no
work for six years, an’ ’ad an ailment
for the last four? An’ I’ve two chil
dren to pervide for. 'Course, one’s
16, though the other's only a Mttle
’un.’ /X
“But," interposed the young mis
tress timidly at last, “doesn't—Isn’t
the elder one a great help?”
“You’re right, mum,’ declared the
garrulous one, as she wiped her
streaming eyes with the corner of her
apron. "Shes a real comfort, she is.
She often sits down an’ cries with
me!” 4
DOROTHY DIX
ON THE
WHYS AND WHEREFORES OF
MARRIAGE INCOMPATIBILITY
classes st- ted
parish schools
railed at the 1
pi’s the I
delight at the
“De you ki
marked, “sine
plumbing and
se>* it ain’t c
sjnee for gas."
‘Dear roe!
fled reverend
m that'.”’
By DOROTHY DIX.
NOTHEH m
"Why, he went and mo\
ed our per
ny-in-the-Rlot mo c*r from
the kitche*
to outside the front door
.’’ came thi
explanation.
“But don’t you hav.
to drop th
pennies* in just the sa:i
ie?“ querie
the vicar.
'Not us. vicar!" 1 a mo t
he proud r*
Jail there is to it. Divorce in such
cases i» as necessary as surgery is in
A NUTHfc.K man who began life j some physical diseases."
humbly, and who has achieved A Brutal Truth.
fame and fortune, has divorced . „ , . . . ,
, , . . 1 his successful man has stated a
the wife of his youth because he has . ...... . , .
J brutal truth in a brutal way. It is
the tragedy of achievement that so
“l have gone the way of men. the
better way.” he says frankly; "it is
the better way because it is the way
of progress A man of talent and
ambition must go on If his wife
turns mulish and balky it is inevit
able that their ways part. The man
gives the woman a chance. If she
refuses to take it anil to keep pace
with him. and be u worthy running
mate, it is her own fault that she |
sees him disappearing in a «loud of
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"i gave my i*ife a chance to de
velop with me. I provided enough
money for leisure for her to study
and improve herself, to keep house
better, to dress better, to mingle with
people who are helpful and stimulat
ing. She refused to take advantage
of any of the opportunities 1 offered
her Hers was a case of arrested de
velopment. She stood pat where She
| was arid wanted me to stay with her
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• when he feels the ability within him-
often it spells domestic misery, for
among those who sit in the grand
stand and cheer the victor as be wins
the race there is seldom his wife.
She, poor, dear lady, has been left
far, far behind, somewhere in the
first quarterstretch
America leads the world in the
number of its divorces and the amount
of its domestic infelicity. I'ndoubtedly
one of the reasons of this Is because we
have no* fixed classes, and such wide
opp; rtunlties that the man who begins
■t the lowest rung of the social lad
der not infrequently ends his career on
the top of it.
This makes it impossible for him
to know just w hat qualities he w ill need
in a wife, and hence adds to the dan-
gers of matrimony. Abroad people .stay
more or less consistently in "that sta-
■t li:« to which it has pleased
J Heaven to call them." as the prayer
bt ok says. Also, as a general thing,
they marry accordingly. if a man is
a «. :ke be marries a woman of his own
s< t :tl status, and who understands the
. duchess business. On the contrary, if
he is a bricklayer lie expects to be a
I hrb klayer all the balance of his days,
jHr<i ht espouses another bricklayer’s
j daughter, and they live humbly and
But in America the man who began
life as a bricklayer or on the slag
p’.le, and who married a woman de
signed by nature to be a bricklayer’s
or mechanic's wife, not infrequently
comes to occupy a seat in the Seriate,
or even the Presidential chair, or he
becomes a multi-millionaire with the
power of a king, and more than a
king’s way of living. And Mrs. AVife
stays just where she was. She would
still be an admirable washerwoman or
patcher of trousers, but she is utterly
unfitted to be the wife of her husband
as he is af*present.
Nor is she to be blamed for this. We
talk glibly about such a woman keep
ing up with such a husband. We might
with equal justice blame the honest
Percheron draft horse for not keeping
up-with the Arabian race horse, or the
domestic hen for not scaring with the
eagle. Because nature endowed a man
with genius it does not follow' that it
also supplies talent to his wife. Nor
can a man at twenty be blamed for not
having enough of the spirit of prophesy
to know the sort of a wife he is going
to need at fifty.
That a gifted husband should outgrow
his commonplace wife is very sad. It
j is also very sad when a gifted woman
1 outgrows her commonplace husband.
! Yet the one happens as often as the
other, and there is no more significant
j difference between the sexes than the
j way in which men and women meet
this catastrophe in their lives.
When a man realizes that he has out-
I grown his wife, that she no longer
speaks his language, nor shares his
thoughts, and that it is as tedious to 1
explain tilings to her as it is to a
child, he is at first impatient, and then
contemptuous of her. Then he begins
to neglect her. and seek the compan
ionship of women who belong to the
new world into which he has passed,
and which he knows his wife can never
really enter.
Like One Dead.
If he is a man with a high sense
of duty he tries to make up to her
for his lack of affection by giving her
money. If he has the courage of his
desires he pensions her and divorces
her. But in any case she is really as
dead to him as if the sod covered her
face.
The woman who has outgrown her
husband suffers all that the man does
who has outgrown his wife, and more,
because a woman loves to look up to
her husband, she loves to admire him.
and when the time comes that she can
no longer do so hers is the agony of
the worshiper whose idol is shattered
and whose God has proved to have feet
of clay.
But she hides her loneliness in her
own heart. She keeps her dull hus
band from finding out how he wearies
her is she veils his imperfections from
her friends, and keeps her children from
suspecting that she is their father's su
perior. She animates the clod, without
• the clod even guessing whence comes
knows that her husband cannot keep the I
pace with her. There are untold bril- J
liant women who turn their backs upon j
glorious careers because it would mean |
the wrecking of their homes.
It is only in rare cases that the wom
an who outgrows her husband seeks j
solace for it in the society of the man j
who is a fitting mate for her maturer |
intellect. She deliberately fills in her j
life with interests that bring her nearer j
to her husband, instead of taking her j
farther from him, and she stays her j
footsteps tc his slow gait so that they j
can jog along together.
It is always a tragedy when either j
husband or w r ife outgrows the other, but 1
when it happens the man usually sac
rifices his wife, while the woman offers
up herself on the altar.
1 its power
! More thai
ban that, often and often she
refuses to run the race because she
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