The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1912-07-11

that the reason he didn't get home un-
I'll : o clock in the morning was be-
cause he had to see a customer from
Oshkosh, or there was some special work
at the office that had to be done that
very night. Suppose the wife is happy
and contented in the the faith that her
husband Is as true to her as she is to
him and that she is the only woman in
the world to him as he is the only man
to her.
Is not that ignorance the bliss of
which the poet wrote? Is it the part of
friend to shake that faith? Could
anything be cruoIer thanto awake such
woman up out Of her dream Of
happiness?
Let Her Believe In Husband As Lorg
As She Can.
FOR heavens sake, for PHYS sake, let
stay in her hypnotic trance as long "a
she can. Let her believe in her husband
as long as she can. Let her
trust him as long as she can.
Why, every day | seea woman who
has made a little tin god of miserable
little two-by-four, shallow brained, self
ish, cOnceited coxscomb of a husband
whom she worships for attributes he
never possessed, and | would put my
hand in the fire before | would raise a
finger to tear down her altar.
Love cannot live without illusion,
and there is no greater crime than to
strip the halo from her husbands head
and exhibit man to his wife as he
really is. Nor is there any other such
vandalism as destroying faith in her
husband in a wife's heart.
But suppose woman does know that
her husband is faithIess to her. sup
pose she hides the bitter secret from
the world, and puts up brave and
courageous bluff of Ignorance, why call
her hand? Do you not realize that for
her to know that the world knows her
ehsms, that her ,fFisnds pity her. and
that casual acquaintances smile at her
with synical amusement, adds the last
of sorrow?
1t is hard thing for woman to
bear to know that she has lost her hus-
band love, that he is weary of her and
thst he finds other women more attrac-
tive, but it is harder still to have it
forced home on her that other people
know it, and for this reason, if for no
other, malice itself might hesitate to
go to a wife with the story of her hus-
bands flirtations.
There are many women who hav-
pride and strength enough to keep up
a brave face, and to stand with their
backs against the doors of the skeleton
closets defying anybody to guess what
rafting bones are hidden within it. We
might well take off our bonnets before
such gallantry, and at leat pay such
courage the tribute of our silence.
The only tangible effect of going to
a woman with the evidence of her hus-
bands shortcomings is to precipitate
family row, and to be a first aid to di-
vorcc. Surely no woman who calls
herself the friend of another woman
can want to do a thing like that. Nor
does such revelation tend to promote
affection in the unfortunate wife's
breast, for there are none whom we
hate so thoroughly as those who tell us
the things we would rather die than
hear.
There is no possible excuse for any
body telling woman of her husbands
faults. |: she is ignorant of them what
she doesn't know doesn't trouble her.
If she does know il adds to her humil-
iatlon and sorrow to realize that other
people scott at the weaknesses of the
man she loves. 1t is not a sense of
duty but malice and all uncharitable-
ness that prompts anybody to be tale
bearer btween husband and wife,