The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1909-07-03


wife or husband. But each of these
affections manifests itself in slightly
varying ways. Our love for one wife
and one mother is very different; so
1 is our love for brother and sister diff
ferent. In our love for wife or
womankind some little element of lust
enteres--sometimes greater and some
times less. And usually the tie is
stronger between father and daughter
and mother and son, than between
mother and. daughter and father and
son. This, probably, is the result of
blind instinct held in leash by reason
and the finer sensibilities. But there
is love that is run to seed, having
its seat in fallacious view of life,
the result of diseased imagination
and imaginations fed on the fictitious
view of life presented in novels.
This view presents love as blind,
.unreasoning, infatuation. And fed on
this fodder, love often deceives itself.
We chose lady-love, as we chose
any article-a hat, coat, cravat.
Two men visit a clothier and the tie
that suits one will not suit the other.
Sometimes the man can give reason,
but more often it's because the one
tie appeals to him, the other does
not. AS man is the creature of infiu-
ences, he does not conceive an infatu-
alton for a necktie as he does for a
woman, simply because the idea of a
tie infatuation has never been instilled
into his mind. If man can't get the
best tie he comforts himself with the
one in reach-so if he can't get the
girl he wants he takes the one he can
get. Men and women are easily salts
fed. When we We're children, mother
selected our clothing, our food and
our toys. We might have objected
some, but usually contented ourselves
and were happy in what was selected
for. us. When we were older grown,
We made our own selections. And
ofttimes they were as great disap-
pointments as those mother made.
And in the childhood of the race,
wives and husbands were selected by
fathers and mothers and with the
more backward races, this same Gus
tom obtains-no idea of love ever
entered. And yet there seemed to be
as happy and as congenial matrimon-
ial alliances then as now when we are
permitted to make our own selec-
tions.
The story comes down from early
Roman times of how when the Lat
ms settled where now is Rome, that
wives were scarce, and SO they in
vited a neighboring tribe where wo-
men were plentiful, to come over and
have great gala day They came
and in the midst of the fetivities each
Roman selected his partner and car
.ried her off within the walls of Rome
Next day after rallying their forces
the ravished tribe came to make war
on Rome. And what happened?
Those women went out and pleaded
with their fathers and brothers not to
make war on their husbands for they
had already learned TO love them.
0odgooksl What mighty blow was
that to those who pirate of the evils
of hasty marriages!
When Shakespeare wrote the Ba-
CONAN essays he inserted sentiment
in them that would seem to indicate
that the great men had not the time
for love. But he was feeling badly
that day, for what with the hurry Of
stateeraft and the worry of acting
he was a trifle tired. Everybody has
time for love and nobody has ever
felt that he has been loved enough
and nobody grows so old that his
heart is not loathed Of its tenderness.
We never tire of love-we sometimes
tire of its outward and fleeing mani
festations, but inside and always it is
all alive. 1t is the spring that feeds
all our joys and nerves us tn our
greatest actions. We sometimes ex-
pect too much from it, For love is the
imperfect manifestation of reciprocal
liking between two imperfect beings.
And it's bound to have its dull days
and its blue Mondays. The man or
woman does not live that is always all
smiles and all kindnesses. Some are
more smiling than others, and there
are times when we tire of demonstra-
tons. But we have spun out this
story too long. Love is a humdrum,
everyday affair. And looked at in
this light we enjoy it as we do our
meals, our books, or dur hobbies.
But degrade it to a passion, sink it
to vice, make ia unreal and unnat-