The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-07-25

better than he could He went on to say that my husband and l had been so kind to him and that he felt like a dog and the only reparaton he could ever make was never to come near us again. More than that. he said he was engaged to be married to lovely young girl who adored him. He poured out his heart and begged me to forgive him, and tell him what to do, never dreaming that l loved him and that I was suffering far more than he" "But my purpose is formed" continues l the writer of the letter. and I'd die rather than foster such a love. I guess you are wondering why I am saying all this to you-you whom I've never seen you don't know me any more than I know you, but perhaps you may be enough in- terested to give me some advice. Won't you? I know that my first duty is to my husband; that I shall fulfill to the letter; but do you not think that there is even a higher duty, the duty we owe our selves? Do you think I am wrong in re- fusng to break my husbands heart and man is engaged (Signed) PRISCILLA. Certainly you are right; your views to my mind are just as womanly, just as true, just as fine as anybody's could be. The sentimental ethics of the situation might be breathed differently by clever novelist or playright-and give us a won derfully interesting side of the argument but in real life the wife who says her own unbappiness is secondary to the peace of mind of the man who has done everything to make her 8 good, devoted husband--and see that her life is smoothed of all the rough edges-is the Ideal Woman-the Right Sort.
 Another thing, I honestly believe that the wife will find in due time that she loves her husband far better than the other man; the fact that she thinks first of hurting him, of wounding his feelings is pretty good sign that she is wife of extraordinary consideration, even if her feeling for him isn't the so-called "ro- mantle love"
 We read many stories of similar begin hing to this little Thumb Nail Sketch, ." but few Of like ending.
 In novels the actual truths are glossed over; the two who throw all aside for romantic love are usually married in the last chapter, but we have only the au- thors word that they live happily ever afterward."
 Personally, I have my doubts.
 Respect and confidence, old-fashioned affection and loyalty are pretty good sub stitutes, in my mind, for yellow backed novel love"
 The woman who is grateful to the hus band who has never given her occasion for heart aches, and embarrassment, is a good deal safer and happier in clinging to a man of that type than risking the matinee" devotion of some romantic lever.
 Hard" some one says. Ito always or der one's life along the right path" Yes, perhaps, but have you ever stopped to think that we-you and I-aren't called upon to order whole life-anybodys life All we have to do is to live just one day at time, and let the rest take care of itself.
 just love those lines-maybe you know them-in which the poet says: Lord, for tomorrow and its needs
 l do not pray. Keep me from stain of sin and wrong
 Just for today. Let me both diligently work
 And duly pray: Let me be kind in word and deed
 Just for today, Let me be swift to do Thy will
 Prompt to obey, Help me to sacrifice myself
 Just for today. Let me no wrong or idle word
 Unthinking say, Set Thou seal upon my lips
 Just for today. So for tomorrow and its needs
 I do not pray, But keep me, guide me, hold me, Lord
 Just for today.