The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1910-06-26
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She will not understand.
The husband strains every nerve to get
money. He warns his wife that they
must economize He tells her he Is on
the brink of bankruptcy. She sweetly
promises to be more careful and proposes
that to save money they shall take a
trip to Europe. where living is cheaper
The woman has no conception of the
value of money no comprehension OF he-
husbands sacrifice and strain.
And then the thoughtless creature, after
trying to borrow money from rich old
aunt. accepts loan from notorious
society rake.
She is not bad-only foolish.
BY and by the wife comes to her senses.
She bravely accepts poverty and through
struggle learns her lesson and comes to
appreciate her husband.
But the pity of IT! She cannot restore
his youth and vigor, spent unselhshly
because of her vain and silly extrava-
gance.
No. wife may be fooishly extrsva-
giant, whatever her husbands income,
whether it is $4,000 year or $1,000
year
She knows he does not want her to
think him stingy. and when, taking adj
vantage of this knowledge and of his
love for her, she lures him into spend
ing more than his income she is leading
hinl-and herself-into certain ruin.
The story Is true.
A close student of modern marriage ana
divorce says that nine-tenths of domes-
tic unhappiness in this country is caused
by money matters.
Extravasance is the one special eco
nomic and social sin of our day.
The foolish desire to possess expensive
things simply because others have them,
tbe craze for display, the wish to shine
socially-these are at the bottom of muci
Of the unrest and dissatisfaction of mod
ern married life.
The story of THE Spendthrift' is
timely one. It's probe reaches sore
spot in the body of our social life.
He Marched to the Sea
Twas thus we sang the chorus from
Atlanta to the sea
While we were marching through
Georgia.
In the attic of a Chicago tenement
an old man, "A, was heard singing
about midnight that "Marsellaise' OF
1854
The song awoke every one in the
house, and when his room was entered
the veterans eyes were wide open hut
he was dead.
Who was he?
Nobody seemed to know except that
| he was an old soldier and had lodged
there several years. No matter. Some
four decades ago and more he was one
| of Sherman's "bummers." He had
risked his life for a piece of bunting,
and, though nameless, that fact glori-
| fed his common life.
| He was of the rank and file.
| His name had never been mentioned
| in those dispatches that told of The
great battles. He was just a private
who touched elbows with his comrades
under stormy clouds and brassy skies.
| Just a private-mat erial for piling
up into the great windrows of the
dead and then tumbled into the trenches
beside the fevered swamp, or plain or
hillside, by the dark bayous or I'M
der the pines.
| Where had he fought?
| Why, man alive, he was on the march
to the sea!
He may have fought elsewh ere-at
| the inner trench al Donelson or on the
fiame-swept hill at Chattanooga--but
that was nothing. He marched with
| sherman to the sea.
He may have BEEN
| In tangled wood. in mountain glen,
On battlefield. in prison pen.
But can't you understand? He
marched from Atlanta to the sea-
The greater epic includes the lesser.
| What visions must have come to the
| dying soldier as he shouted his war
refrain! Hn
The hoarse shout, the rolling drum.
| the bugle call. cries Of the dyfuR
cheers of the living, over all the rtu-
ping .fag-in his dying dream was
thunder of the great guns glimpsss OF
the old brigade, the line of blue
And other Visions
Did he not see that best of all---the
fraternal handclasp of the blue and
the gray. brothers together. lovers of
the flag?
Who was he? 1t matters not, He
belongs to a day that is dead. And
yet
Old, battered. poor. wrecked, dissi-
patel 1t may be, he died with q glory
in his bosom that TRANSPORTED his poor
Iclay
Whatever he was he had lived his
epic poem and SO he died like the an.
Client warrior who called his braves
about his bed and to the clashine of
their swords passed smilingly away.