The Prescott daily news., 1913-03-31
WOOING HER HUSBAND
By J. s. coYNE.


 have come to spend long day with me-we shall have such delightful chat about old times-but where is your husband! I'm dying to see him. Why did you not bring him with you?
 Mrs. Featherley-Oh, he was en- gaged-he generally is engaged.
 Mrs. S.-Come, sit down. Tell me, what is he like--is he good looking. kind, affectionate, domestic-does he. in short, resemble the fancy portrait you used to draw of the man whom you would select as your life partner? I remember how you painted this inn aginary paragon of yours-youthfol as love-handsome as Adonis-brave as a lion-gay as a summer bird-witty, without malice, and learned, without display-kind and affable to all, but tender, loving and constant only to you.
 Mrs. F. (sighs)-Ah, that was a schoolgirls idea reality paints with very different colors.
 Mrs. S.-Ah, then you have discov- cred the delusions we practice on our selves and fancy that the idol you fancied was pure gold has proved to be an image of common clay.
 Mrs. F-'Tis too true. We have only been married twelve months and already my husband treats me with a coldness that his politeness cannot conceal
 Mrs. S.-Impossible, my dear Flu genia, impossible! if he ever loved you.
 Mrs. File did love me-oh, most devotedly!
 Mrs. S.-And how have you let his heart escape?
 Mrs. F.-I know not-T am sure, to please him, have neglected the world his interests have engrossed all my thoughts; the hours which a woman of my age usually spends at her toilet, l have given to regulating his house. hold.
 Mrs. S.-Hem. nterests-house- holld-go on, my dear.
 Mrs. F.-No wife ever attended more closely to her domestic duties--to de- vote myself to them I have given up my music, drawing and accomplish ments-as for my economy, have car ried it even to my own dress, which you see is of the plainest description.
 Mrs. S.-Plain indeed-and men, un- fortunately, are too apt to confound q woman with her dress. MT. Feather ley is doubtless a man of taste.
 Mrs. F.-Exquisite. And you think. then
 Mrs. S-I think you have neglected the very means by which you could have retained his affections Instead of worrying him with details of house keeping and monotonous lectures on domestic economy you should endeav- or to charm him as you used to do, by your wit, your gayety and your ac- mplishments-sin to him, play to him, dance with him, if he will; fas- cinate him by your graces-even pique him by your coquetry, for these are the cages in which we keep men s hearts our prisoners.
 Mrs. F.-How, Julia, do you recon mend me to employ such frivolous arts with a sensible man?
 Mrs. S.-Ah, my dear, the most sen. sible men are fools where our sex is concerned. As to those arts you call frivolous, they are the only weapons nature has given us; and if we em- ploy them to gain a victory why should we neglect them to secure a conquest?
 Mrs. F-Perhaps you are right; but is wife's truth, her affection, her virtue. to go for nothing?
 Mrs. S.-Oh. no: they will always command the respect and esteem of a husband; but if you want to fix his love you must employ a little artfice, a little delicate management Be yourself the center of those pleasures which attract him; surround yourself with all that he admires. all that can please him. and never neglect those accomplishments which first charmed him in you.
 Mrs. F.-And then?
 Mrs. S.-Then, my dear, the neglect ed wife will become the enthroned mistress of his heart
 Mrs. F.-But if Featherley, as I dread. has formed an attachment else where?
 Mrs. S-Ah, that would be serious. Still, I see no occasion to despair of bringing back the wanderer. I will lay my life that your rival. if you have one. cannot boast the graces of mind and person which you possess hut want confidence to you.