The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-04-21

conversation with MT. Blank than you should be, what would be the result? Why a perfect scandal"
 Nothing of the kind,'' retorted the wife. '"Women do not start half as much of the gossip that goes the rounds as you men,.
 Well, at any rate I'd be pitied by my friends, and that ia something I won't stand for" said the jealous husband, and instantly closed the conversation, the moral of which is plain as daylight, even to blind man-jealousy and nothing more.
 One curious thing about jealousy is the individual 1t selects for it's satanic pas sion.
 Why" said a girl to me. who was shortly to be married, "my life Is howl ing burden. My ffance is jealous of MT. Toodles, who has no brains, and MT. Oodles, who has no chin, and MT. Good les, who is absolutely uninteresting, and even of the dapper looking young man who comes to my house daily trying to sell me a History of the World in 10 volumes."
 And what recourse have you with such a person?" I asked interestedly.
 q try to argue with him in this way" said she. Cant you see that you are superior to all those men, and much more interesting in every way, else I wouldn't marry you, so why fear them?"
 But I will also relate that when this self-same young woman got furiously jealous of the pretty blonde typewriter in her fiances office, and the peaches nd-cream-compexion girl who visited his sister for weeks at time, she be- gan to see that boundless egotism does not make one rise superior to this sense- less emotion.
 Another thing about jealousy. every in dividual on the face of the earth thinks that he is free from it.
 1T never was jealous of anything in my life," declares the woman, who if a friend of hers speaks to another, or even shows the slightest partiaity, swells up and won't look at you for days to come
 ''T never have known what jealousy means" said man to mo once upon a time, land yet I've been the butt of jeal- ousy all my life, for every sweetheart I've eyer had was so jealous that in the end 1t broke up our affair.""
 Jealousy, it appears to me, begins in the cradle and ends in the grave.
 Philosophers say we have a cure for jealousy in "comrlon sense,' but who in love has any sense whatever, least of all common sense? And who possessed of boundless vanity, and afraid that her
 love of self is about to be injured by the person whom she has consented to honor with whatever affection she has, is going to be guided by any sort of sense? As my correspondent suggests, I hope the glad time is coming when, in the lexicon of youth-and old age, too there will be no such thing as jealousy just as hope that sooner or later there will be no great white plague, or hookworn,. or house maids knee, or other disagree able diseases.
 But since jealousy is declared to be the natural accompaniment of love, and love Is likely to stay with us for some time to come, the best thing to do is to be of good cher, and remember that while Othellos are not uncommon, there be some few Desdemonas in this advanced day But to die by a fluffy pillow will not be the portion of any lady who conducts herself properly and does not flirt out rageously with whoever presents him self. which is a stimulant at least to the well behaved.