Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-10-12
In the Land of Dots the Hus-
band Courts His Wife
Always, While She
Holds Purse.

were maliciously Partisan. l smiled. too.
Ii would make a horse smile in France.
the idea of putting on ones hat as n
revenue on lovely woman. The French
mans horror OF horrors Is that she should
put her hat on!
HE (the American husband) thinks that
II he stays true. steadfast and sober and
clothes and feeds his wife. he has done
his part'-I read.
THAT depends on what he does the rest
OF the time" they answered.
Suppose he works all day?' said.
Does he welcome his wife at his of
fice?" they asked. Does he encourage her
to come down and walk home with himf
Every young wife would want to do that
at the start.
Does ne consult her In all his business
| affairs? Does she insist on knowing all
about them? When his position be gins Inn
proving does he take part OF 1t out ID
leisure7'
Leisure. what for?' I asked.
"Why, leisure to spend with his wifer'
What do you think OF thatf French
marriages are often serious thingsf pos
itively believe that the average young
French wife would make short work OF
the average American husband. She in-
sists upon disconcertlng mutually
which think would drive him dafty:
From what we hear of American hus-
bands" said one of these ladies. they
are willing to go out and work hard to
give money to the woman who sleeps by
their side and eats two daily meals with
them. They give money. But do they give
themselves? ?"
Husbands on Duty.
glanced up and down the lawn. !
studied the French couples. idling easy
lives, five couples, that golden Biarrits
afternoon.
One husky youth walked In a clump oe
pines beside a piquante brunette. His
ardent ways. her downcast. tickled air,
told that the lady was enjoying ono OF
those long drawn jollies which keep the
blood coursing through the veins. In
French novel 1t would look a mighty
dangerous situation. Here, In French fact.
1t was just young Rodolphe teasing his
wife to buy him new automobile.
Beyond 1t was worse. He was counting
a timid creature over a wall He gave her
a letter. actually! He kissed her hand. He
gave her roses. But don't get alarmed,
1t is Georges. married to that timld
| creature three years now, and still
honestly earning his keep.
Then, walking on, 1 saw a lanky poet.
very delicate in gesture, very precious in
the shrubbery, letting Off sonnet to
the eyebrows of sweet thing In tailor
skirt and lingerie blouse. Bah. anotnet
married couple!
"She wanted a poet. and she's got oneE
explained a cynical bachelor. They yd
been married four years. and he is still
writing her sonnets."
And so on. Under the besdue trellis sups
ported by old Roman pillars lay a charms
| ing woman in a hammock. Bending over
her through the long afternoon 1ondiy
slushing, q tiny fellow - white fannels
kept II up. He looked like a gay deceiver:
He wasn't. He was just on duty-like all
| the others.
Surely those fellows are earning their
keep" I murmured. But even the French
old bachelor could not understand me.
| why" he said. "three Of them had good
incomes of their own before they married.
Not enough to keep a wife. but enough to
| live as do. Their wives money keep up
the country places. buy the autos and the
| horses. and Just dress the ladies'"
Do you hear that? Could American men
stand II? But, walt. could American girls
| stand? STERLING hElLi0.