The Saint Paul globe., 1904-04-15

The question, Do widowers make
good husbands? has been propounded to
this department over the telephone by
a mild feminine voice which evidently
desires to remain incognito. 1 merely
replied, Watch Th e Glob e and find
out" For on this page we settle all
the problems of the universe in an Off
hand way. When I say very silly
thing l cannot shift the blame on the
editor, but must bear it all alone. In
stead of frightening me and making me
think deeply, strange to say, / worry
much less than if the entire great big
G 10 e could be held accountable for
the Vagaries of my mind. It's only
Marie, and she cannot be expected to
know everything" is what 1 am sure
my kind friends say when they see
something they regard as especially
foolish on this page.
So here goes about widOwers for the
timid little voice that wouldn't give it's
name but is probably deeply concerned
as to the eligibility of some particular
widOwer My-dear, if you care for him,
never hesitate to marry a man because
he is a widOwer, for they make the best
husbands in the world. A second wife
always has the best of it. Remember
that. How many, many cases we see
of the first wife who helps her hus-
band to skimp and save, works herself
to shadow bringing up the children,
and because Of her thrift the man in
question is able to make or save a for
tune. Then some day the tired little
woman lies down and dies. The grief
of that man is beyond expression. He
mOurnS, WeepS. dresses in deep black
and mournS again. He is cast down
to the depths and feels that he can
never smile again. Life holds nothing
for him except black bordered hand
kerchiefs and gloom. This goes on for
a year or two and then he wakes up
some morning in spring, looks out at
the bright sunshine, mayhap sees a
pretty girl in the car, and by the time
he has reached his office decides there
may be something in life after all. This
is his second summer. If he gets
through that he is doing we'll He
thinks over his married life, concludes
that he failed in many things, but
marry again! Oh, no; it is quite out
of the question: But now he buys
plain white handkerchiefs and begins
to take notice of things. He is sur
prised to find that he is enjoying him
self at the theater, or when he goes to
a quiet little dinner, Nobody but our
selves, you know
Suddenly it dawns upon him that the
world would not stop going round if he
should marry again. But at this stage
Of the proceedings he makes some men,
tai resolutions. His next wife shall
have plenty of servants; she shall not
work as hard as the first one, and he
will make her life one long dream. So
In the course of few months he meets
his fate, marries, and then his sub
lection begins. The second wife is the
head of the household, does exactly as
she wants and the once mOurnful wild
over is very subdued indeed.
SO, dear girl, do not fear to say yes
to the widower, for grief has made him
altogether different from what he was
in his young days, when he imagined
every girl was ready to fall at his feet.
Grief is good for husbands at times.
Besides it does not kill-widoWers A
man usually regards his second wife in
the proper light, and realizes that wives
do at times die.