Evening star., 1894-12-15
Then They Discussed Man.

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"Nghtn't it mean, too" suggested the
bride, shyIy, "that a man shows ever so
many different sides of his nature to the
woman he loves?'
.It might" remarked the woman with a
past, "if a man ever did show different
sides of his character to a woman; but he
doesn't He's always the same. That's
why married women look so bored Men
are not changeable enough"
"Oh, but changeable man Is efeminate,
objected Mrs. Fin de Steele, land there s
TO hope for an effeminate man either In
this world or the next"
1.-The verse may stand for the attitude OF
a fiancee," said the matron, but the love
of a woman is always really or poten-
TALLY maternal. The wife gradually comes
to consider her husband only a big boy.
Mother Goose illustrates the all-pervading
maternal in woman in this poem:
~ had little husband no bigger than
my thumb,
1 put him in a pint-pot and there 1 bid
him drum;
1 bought a little handkerchief to wipe his
little nose
And a pair of little garters to tie his little
hose.
ITO the womanly woman in whose heart
dwells the divine mother love all men are
children, and the man she loves best, how
ever much she may revere him, is only a
child to her at last. When trouble comes
10 MIN IL IS the mOtnef lONe lndl HldkeS
her comfort him, excuse his weakness and
forgive his sin. The maternal love in wo-
man is older than the race and deeper
rooted than the love of life itself"
Yes but all women haven't it," put in
the bluet hat. How do such women love
their husbands?"
Not at ALL" said the matron, decidedly.
''They love pet dogs, dress, themselves, but
the purring of cat whose fur is stroked.
1t is simply the gratitude of fiattered van
ity.'
II think we have neglected one of The
keenest, and surely one of the most popu-
lar, poems Mother Goose ever wrote, "
said the woman in the bluet hat.
"'Old King Cole was jolly old soul;
A jolly old soul he;
He called for his pipe, he called Cor his
bowl,
And he called for his fddlers three
This illustrates the fact that a man does
not care for the intellectual pleasures TIL
his physical wants are satisfied. The king
smokes his pipe, drinks his fill and is then
ready for music
but, surely, you don't call music an in
tellectual pleasure" said the woman with
past.
"Why, yes, / do: isn't it?'
well, Bach fugues and Beethoven SYM
phonies may be, though l don't know that
you can really class them as pleasures.
But the music that stirs the blood, that
makes men rush into battle-well, that's
all emotional, and music has done more
mischief than any other one of the arts"
II don't agree with you at ALL" said the
matron, as everybody rose and began to
adjust wells and wraps. Music is one of
the greatest powers in the world. Why,
you know, they say that the constant vi
bration of single violin string would final
ly destroy stone bridge, and the singing
of a temperance song will finally, l am
confident, almost abolish drunkenness. Mu-
sic is one of the greatest pleasures, too"
"Ah, yes" answered the woman with a
past as she drew the brand-new portiere
aside, but don't you know that the great
est pleasures are always those which nave
Just a soupcon of wickedness about them?'
There was a general disappearing shak-
ing of heads, and the club adjourned.