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WOMAN'S
WORLD.

in through the open window. 1t was
that psychological moment when wo-
men let down their back hair. and get
into something loose, and tell things,
because it is dusk and they feel conf
DENTAL that they repent in sackcloth
and ashes the next day when it is
light.
/ could only see the girls profile,
dimly silhouetted against the back of
her Morris chair, says Dorothy Dix, in
the New Orleans Picayune. We were
too intimate to feel the need of max
ing conversation with each other. and
there had been long silence, broken
only by 1.-The faint tinkle Of ice in our
long glasses. Presently the girl began
speaking in rather a hesitating tone;
Jack" she began.
"Yes?" l inquired, with large en-
couragement in my voice.
Wants me to marry him." she went
on
$50 have perceived any time these
last two years" 1 put in. There was
another silence that I broke by ask
ing:
L QOn KNOW SllS dIiSNSlCO AA
troubled tones. you see, it's like this.
/ like him too well to say no. and
not quite well enough to say yes If
matrimony was a four-year contract
shouldn't mind signing with him for
1t, but when it comes to letting myself
in for a life job I don't feel sure that
my affection is equal to the strain"
!, o1x cd nit m .
] remarked, that the true test of love
comes after marriage when it's too
late to do you any good, instead of be-
fore, when you would still have time
to crawfish away from the altar. It's
like eating cucumbers and green APP
pies to see whether they agree with
you or not. The information you derive
isn't worth the collie it costs. If you
can still feel an affection for man
who criticises your housekeeping with
a three days beard on his face, your
love is founded on the rock of ages.
and nothing can shake it."
There's the rub" replied the girl;
that's Just what 1 want to know in
advance. l like Jacks society in homo
eopathic doses. viii a taste for it
grow on me, like love of olives, or
will to much of it pail on my palate.
like too much pudding?"
that the real question is not can
live with man. but can 1 live with
out him"
"Oh, that's nonsense" replied the
girl with conviction, lone can live with
only one eye, or one tooth, but It's far
better to have the usual number. I've
no notion of hobbling through life
without a husband just because I can
get along without a man attached to
me-"
There was silence for moment, and
then she remarked:
Jacks a fine fellow"
assented.
"And he could give me a good
home"
l assented again.
"And he's desperately in love with
me.
agreed again.
And / am very fond of him. but"
But what?" / asked.
''He isn't my IDEAL" she went on des-
perately He isn't to me what l am
to him. I like, him. l respect him.
admire every one of his good qualities,
but he couldn't thrill me with 5000, 900
volts of electricity.
Fond as l am of him. know that
when l am with him there is still al
ways something lacking for which my
heart thirsts and hungers. There are
nights in my nature he will never
scale: depths he has no plVmmet to
sound; doors to which he has no key.
IF / marry him 1 shall never
know one pang of jealousy. I shall
never have to worry over the state of
his affection, or grow gray trying to
keep young and beautiful for fear
shall lose his love"
Life on a mill pond" I remarked
oracularly. may not be exciting. but
it is safe"
eye IS" she answered, doubtfully,
s'but if one misses the rapture of love
oneself-if one thirsts for champagne
and gets only cambria teal"
1.-The French have a proverb.' re-
Piled, that in love one kisses, the
other suffers himself to be kissed. The
question with you is. shall you kiss,
or be kissed?"
Eyes" she answered. "Is II better
for a woman to love or be loved? Is 1t
better to be somebody's ideal, or mar
ry your own ideal?'
Ideals" / said, "are like the peaches
in a basket under pink mosquito net
ting. They look so alluring that you
spend your last cent in buying them,
and then, when you get them home,
they are hard and knotty and worm
eaten, and you throw them out the
back door"
The girl sighed. Besides 1 went on,
''if you ask me, l should say that a
woman ought never to be more than
half as much in love with a man as
he is with her, to start on. A man be-
gins married life with a fixed capital
of domestic affection, and il is only in
exceptional circumstances that he re-
plenishes it. His business, his clubs,
his outside interests tend always to
draw him away from his wife. Every
lover knows the color of bis sweet
hearts eyes, and the gown he likes
her best in. BY the time man has
been married ten years, he has for
gotten whether she has any eyes or
not, and the only remarks he makes
about her clothes are when the bills
come in.
"a woman, on the contrary, is al
ways adding to her stock of love. Her
world narrows down to her husband
and home, and almost any man who
treats his wife half way decently can
count on being loved more than he de-
serves. There's something of the cat
in every woman that makes her snug
gle up to a warm hearthstone. and
purr under any hand that rub the fur
the right way.
"Of course, the ideal is perfect love
on both sides, but in a world that is
full of misfit hearts, as well as other
unequal things, this is seldom attain
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