The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-12-14
W0MAN'S HEART.
And Her Habit of Falling in Love

And Her Habit of Falling I'm Love.
To be happy, says Helen Rowland in
the New York Press, woman must be
in love with somebody or something
every moment of her life. From the
moment that she opens her eyes in her
blue satin basket until she closes them
to lie in her white satin casket, a nor
NAL. healthy, lovable woman is con-
stantIy in love. She begins life with
a passion for her nurse, or her doll, or
her own pink toes. and ends it with
passion for her husband. her children,
her religion, or, her pet cats. She lives
in realities. At she is infatuated with
her father or her elder brother and
cIings about one of his long legs with
a passionate embrace of chubby arms
and an alteration in her uplifted eyes,
which he, ,manlike, interpretS as an
appeal for bon-bons or pat on the
baad At Is she burns the incense OF
her young soul before the Decent pho
tograph of a matinee idol, or the plas-
+ar-Of-paris hero of a popular novel.
A. % she exalts a mediocre man with
a knack of saying clever things, or a
commonplace boy with a figure deVel-
oned nv football, to the position of an
oracle, covers him with the virtues OF
her own imagination, sleeps him in the
incense of her own sweet illusions, and
then gets down. on her knees before
the dummy she has dressed up. And
once again she is patted on the head
and fed with bon-bons.
Some women are born in love with
themselves and find that passion an
all-absorbing one which lasts them I'M
I'll old age, yet keeps them young with
the eternal youth of heartlessness. 9th
or women fall in love with an art or
profession, and feed their hungry, mis-
taken little souls with ideals or ambi-
lions. Still others less imaginative,
take to cats and birds and fancy work
when the right man has passed them
by.
once knew a girl who was so con-
stituted that she simply had to be in
love with some definite man all the
time. She was just recovering from a
case of broken heart when L met her
for the first time. and her mother
asked me TO cure her. So 1 took her
down to a little country place in Vir-
ginia. where there wasn't a white man
within ten miles. You remember the
place-Queensville We stopped at an
old inn supposed to be haunted by the
ghost of Sir Walter Raleigh, who
walks about at midnight twanging a
mandolin. She was wild with delight
over everything she saw, and she read
up on Sir Walter Raleigh until we all
grew weary of hearing about him. She
seemed quite cheerful for time, I'M
til one morning I found her in the
breakfast room, sitting very dejectedly
with a picture in her lap and looking
miserably out of the window.
Haven't you forgotten that silly boy
yet?" 7 exclaimed. for was distinctly
provoked. She turned two big eyes up
on me reproachfully.
"Silly boy!" she said witheringly.
"Silly boy! Do you really think Sir
Walter Raleigh was a silly boy? Why,
Mrs. Peterkin. he was the noblest.
bravest, most fascinating man who
ever lived. Do YOU know" and she
leaned over to me confidentially and
spoke in a whisper, II heard somebody
playing mandolin under my window
last night. Oh, if he wasn't dead
and she stared out of the window with
Glstening eyes. Needless to say l
packed her trunk and sent her back
home that afternoon. A girl who would
flirt with a ghost is incorrigible.
Yet all of us fiirt with ghosts-the
ghosts of our imagination. Love is a
very unreal thing, and If the average
man could look straight down into the
heart of any woman who loves him
and see the little image of himself
there ne would blush at his own I'M
worthiness and tremble with fear lest
she find out the truth.
The problem which every woman
must solve is not whether she is or is
not in love, for she is always that.
but which love is going to satisfy her
all her life. There is just one right
man which comes into every girls life,
and there are some symptoms by
which he can be distinguished from all
others. Any girl who can answer
Yes" to the following questions should
answer Yes" to the man who inspires
them:
First. Does your throat choke up so
tight that it hurts whenever you hear