The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1914-02-13
LOVE is never BLIND
Little God May Do Strange
Things, but His Eyesight Is
of the Best.


IS marry Fred she had heard much
and read more about love. Love-
is this; "love" is that; love is the
other thing. Love" gives all; love
demands sacrifices; love" spells hap
piness; love" means misery, and so
on through a long list of possible and
impossible conditions.
Being perfectly normal man, Fred
had certain faults.
Some of them were glaring. but Mir
lam, if she saw them at all, forgave
them because she loved him.
A friend said: Miriam, 1 don't see
how you can endure Fred. He's SO
full of faults. But I suppose love is
blind and you don't notice his short
comings."
Then it was that Miriam consulted
Aunt Anna.
rs love blind, auntie, dear?" said
she. COR does it give one an insight
into the real charm and goodness I'M
seen by others?'
THAT depends, child, upon the kind
of love, and also upon the individ-
ual.
Surely from the many 'misfits,' the
many unsuitable matches we see,
am inclined to say that love is not
only blind, but deaf and dumb as well.
You remember, my dear, Jim Mer-
lin, an avowed worshiper of beauty,
married Ellen Short, one of the home
Hest girls in the village.
I'VE see beautiful women marrying
perfect frights-coarse, ignorant men
and one scarcely can pick up. pa
per but one sees story of an heiress
clipping with chauffeur or groom, a
boy marrying a woman old enough to
be his grandmother, or sweet young
debutante selling herself to the an
cient millionaire"
1T seems to me the only way we
can account for these vagaries Of senti-
ment is that Cupid has suddenly been
struck blind, or long-distance tele-
scope enables him to see charms and
projections in individuals that are quite
invisible to the rest of the world" re-
piled the younger.
Miriam, you have often said of your
own friends: I cannot tell what on
earth she sees in that man to love;
he's such an impossible person No
doubt some of your friends say the
same thing of you and Fred.
Thus we go on bordering over this
mystery of love-love that comes with!
out invitation, and sometimes goes we
know not where.
Il think, dear, the truth of the mat
ter Is that love between man and
woman is purely matter of attrac-
ton, and that neither eyesight nor
judgment plays any part whatever.
I'VE love or we hate by instinct 1t
is not a matter of head but of the
heart.
"A woman may observe in man
every admirable quality, yet she can
not love him; yet the man who pos
sesses many faults which she plainly
sees may win her love without even
trying to.
Men, you know, are curious ami
mals. one may pass by woman who
is endowed with all the virtues, the
accomplishment and the charm of
femininity, yet will marry a crude lit
tie butterfly Of fashion with no claim
either to good looks or wisdom
1T is part of the blessedness of
love that enables a woman to observe
clearly all the faults and failings of
the man she marries, yet love him
none the less for them, but rather the
more, because he is just man, full of
the human frailties and in need Of her
liberation, her forgiveness.
No, my cSild, love is not blind. You
see Freds faults, but you love him be-
cause he is himself, not because he is
perfect. And Fred loves you with your
little faults more than he ever would
if you were as free from them as an
angel"