The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1902-12-13
ONE SORT OF WOMAN.
THE WOMAN WHO ALWAYS
FUSES.
From HIS Point of VIew-A Sure
Cure.


Every time I speak to an elderly
matron or to the father of a family of
girls, hear complaints of the want of
interest in her home and domestic du-
ties displayed by the young woman of
the day." said the young student of hui
man nature who after two years
trial has proved himself a success as a
husband.
Every magazine OF newspaper I pick
up contains harargues on the same
subject-the modern young PERSONS in
difference to home. One is told that all
she cares for is to CAD the streets, wear
gewgaws and frills, go to matinees and
behave generally like an idler, a spend
thrift and butterfly. 1t may be true,
but both sides of a question ought to
be given prominence and one side Of
this question is practically ignored. For
my part, | am sure there are scores Of
men who are of the same opinion. |
should be delighted if all fussing. fidg
citing. conscientious wives and maidens
did not take such an unholy interest in
the rigid execution of trivial tasks that
might just as we'll be left to servants.
Brides and young housakeepers are
very susceptible to this 'fussing fever
and young husbands will readily recOg-
nize the symptoms and appreciate my
diagnosis of the sad aff1iction.
The symptoms of the disease are in
sidious, but not by any means on that
account to be disregarded. They are
connected primarily with the pretty
weddings presents the pair have re-
ceived, and also with those delightfully."-
fragile but exquisite household gods in
the form of mantelpiece ornaments,
dainty china, photograph frames, silver
knick-knaCks expensive odds and ends
of furniture, and what not, with which
the rooms Of the young pair are so
pentifully strewn. From those appar-
emily innocent objects, those pledges of
good will on the part of relatives and
friends. spring the germs that termin-
ate in the modern version of slavery
voluntarily entered into by the young
wives of to-day.
'Of course, the treasures in question
are valuable, not only because Of what
they cost, but also for sentimental rea-
sons and the young wife wants to keep
them in tact all her life. Also, servants
are prOverbially careless, and cannot be
! trusted to enter into the feelings that
| cause a teacup to be handled with
! fingers as tender as would be pressed
upon an infant Again, there is a
standard of perfection that must be
reached somehow in very modern
household. Everything must be spick
! and SPAN with a spick that knows no
| flaw and a span that displays absolute
! tip-tOp exquisiteness. What up-to-date
servants are clever enough to compass
such heights of extraordinary beauty
| What is wanted is the refinement of the
mistress hands. the patient labor only
! their owner can possible give to pos
sessions so beloved.
| so this is what happens. Enter
now up on the acute stage of the dis
ease. Every morning, instead Of seiz-
| ing the pleasant sunny hours for a
health giving walk or ride, the slave
wife dusts. Shades of past generations
! of model house mistress, how she
dusts! She pursues with her cloth
| every grain of CRIME that is visible and
thousand that do not exist, into
crannies, and out of them she worms
| her way, ever on the warpath against
| stain and sully. Not only does she treat
each and every piece of china she pos
sesses to a thorough Overhauling, but
| she plate-powders her silver, polishes
| her furniture, cleans her brasses and
! her copper clears away every homely
vestige Of an eWspaper or magazine, for
| sweet cOmliness' sake, and, of course
ships the ends eff her cut flowers pro-
viles them with fresh water and rear
ranges them in their various recepta-
! cles
/ after lunch she is too weary to en-
| joy an outing though she drags her
! tired limbs out to shop or pay duty
! calls. Then her husband comes home
! eager to take her to a theater. Can she
go Not with the smallest atom of
i pleasure to herself Or to him. Her do
mestic duties rave utterly disorganized
! her for social amenities or intellectual
! enjoyment; and yet while complaining
of this very fact it is often impossible
! to make her see the underlying cause
I speak of what know.
| ut troubles man to see, where once
| there was none, little anxious wrinkles
| between the pretty eyes, worried
| drawn burrows beside the cherry lips;
a puzzled fretful air over what was
once the laughter-loving countenance.
/ Why should she slave like this? Why
cherish perfect passion for her house
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