Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-11-26
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The Wife of a Hypocrite
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would you like to be the wife of Brother Hopknsr" asked the
I'LL frank girl
The little group of friends had just left a meeting where the
III principal speaker had bee the aforesaid Hopkins.
II don't mean to bring up a personal discussion of Sister Hopkins"
went o n the frank girl. For that matter. there may be no Sister Hop
kins. But what GO mean is, how would you like to be the wife n a hypo-
critic? We all know Brother Hopkins is a hypocrite, and W e all were sitting
there smiling cyncaly to ourselves, as he rhapsodzed or brotherhood. and
consideration ror others, M such things Everybody knows his life gives
the lie to every word he said. And just wondered how n would feel to
be the wife II such a man, to have to sit and listen to him, knowing all
the time the real man he is. Job says, The joy of a hypocnte is but for a
moment But 1T seems to m e the shame of his wife would be for a lifetime.
L certainly wouldn't want to be in her shoes, would your"
ut would make me a cynic, If were." said n Of the group.
"Or patience o. a monument smiling att grief" said another.
at wouldn't me-" declared a third emphahcauy. ut would make me a
divorcee. "A man doesn't have ito be a hypocrite. It's done deliberately.
aud WITH malice aforethought 81 to speak. And those who acquiesce in
his conduct are accessory to the crime"
Il suppose some of these remedies might help the tension for The one
who was his wife" said the optmist. But how about him? Z think
If were his wife, I would Just pleasantly and smiHngly and as If lis o n
duct were a huge joke, which every n "a through, expose him. When
he was getting off some of his fine sentiments about consideration for 9TH
ers, I'd say right before a crowd Of friends, But Tom, dear, don't you
remember how you discharged Old wilkins without a moments notice,
because you said he w too old for the Job? He can to his work in the
morning, you know, and found some one else at his desk Then I would
out ones good Intentions, though always thought wilkins might have
been given notice And I'd lust e right on pricking eyrvo ne OF tbese
beautiful bubbles he blows to distract the gaze of the public from tho real
things he does. He'd be mad; but he'd have to stop Just the same. There'd
be nothing in it. He couldn't even fool himself that he vas fooHng the
public. I'd be on hand every time. smilngly and pleasantly handing out
the real facts"
II wonder what there would be left of him?" asked one.
only a little scrap Of flesh and bone with nothing about 1T that resem-
bhd a man" replied another.
"oh, I don't know" said the optimit. "f you exposed him in the right
way, that is, with the right spirit for the motive, you might start a spark
Of manhood somewhere in him that would ROY to something really fine
There's though and feeling Of a kind, the wrong kind to be sure back of
all this hypocrisy. You've not got a phlegmatc or apathetic, Or commonplace
mn to deal with. And when you continually hold up to him the other
side of the mirror you might swing this thought and feeling around after a
while to working in the right way"
"a pretty big undertaking" said one.
hut better than wrnhing inwardly C. the thought of his lies and
dA6spuon, or becoming cold and hard and bitter"
COR terribly meek" said the n who would head for the divorce
court.
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