El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1914-12-12
Why My Husband Left Me =
Wife Who Inged for Flaty Destroyed

mlratlOn, and IlaLIery was as ueceS-
sary to me as the air I breathed-
could not even imagine life without it.
I say all this in my own defence,
because it is my only excuse for the
folly that wrecked my life and my
husbands.
Il married a man 20 years older than
myself, a grave, but yet, practical
undemonstrative man, who was as
much unlike my mercurial self as
granite wall is unlike the butterfly
that lights for a moment upon it
7 know now that my husband loved
me with a deep passion, far stronger
than any emotion Of which my shallow
little soul was capable, but after we
were married he took it for granted
that I would accept his affection as one
Of the unalterable facts of nature, and
that ] would not need to be assured in
words of something which his daily
acts proved to me.
No LOve-Making.
$50 while he was kind and consider
ate and generous to me, there was
never a word of love-making. He
never told me that I was pretty, he
never praised a frOck wore, or noticed
what 1 had on, or how looked. Some
times I would try to drag a compliment
out of him. 1 would say: How do you
like this way Of doing my hair? To
which he would respond, on, very well,
without giving a second glance.
an vain I would try to strike some
chord of romance or sentiment IN him.
He never responded. If beguiled him
into the moonlight he would remark
that the dusk was full of malaria, or If
I dragged him back to a spot hallowed
by his courtship of me he would say
that the cooking wasn't as good there
as it used to be.
"And hungered and thirsted for ro-
nance as desperately as any starving
person ever did for drink and food.
More, my vanity was sore and wounded.
1. who had been loved by many men,
was no longer able to strike fire from
my husband. I, at the touch OF whose
hand I had seen men tremble, could no
longer raise a thrill in my husbands
breast.
II think that vanity is the most en-
during of all human passions, the one
that dies hardest and the one whose
passing rends our very soul This be-
ing true it is the torment of purga-
tory to a pretty woman to realize that
she is no longer admired and is losing
her ability to attract men. 1t fills her
with a mad desire to prove to herself
that she is wrong and to see whether
or not she has lost her destinations.
There IS one thing that men never
| seem to realize, and that is that when
a husband quits making love to his
wife some other man is sure to begin
| if the woman is young and good look
ing. There is something about hun
gry-hearted woman that is just as
/ unmistakable as the signs Of starvation
! in q gaunt face. Men, especially men
| Of the decadent type, recognize 1t at
| sight, and just as a starving woman is
/ not fastidiOus about the food she is
! given, so the hungry hearted woman
| grasps at any sort Of love
| That was my case. My vanity was
| raw and bleeding from the rebuffs my
! husband had given it. craved TO
/ nance as a child long denied candy
| does chocolate creams I was starved
! for sentiment I wanted to be flat
| tered, to be made love to, to have red
| roses sent to me, and somebody to hold
my hand under the cover of an opera
| cloak while Caruso sang the aria from
, Pagliacci.