The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-02-28

IL Wnetner the weapon was JedlOuS or silent disapproval, my tremb friends were driven from my doors.
 Let me recall here scene or two f among the many scenes" in the Ii drama called An Old Mans Darling;
 The Library-His two young sons h come home from college for the holid They are manly, refreshing fell( Harold says: Look out, dad, or V run away with mamma 4 remark most shocking taste, but quite forgiv; by any one with understanding of lege boys sense of humor. I see the b coming before it falls. Mr. Alsop 1 into fury. Quivering with rage, he nounces the startled lad until he f from the room. Harold has since die
 A Dinner Party at Our House-a young people have been asked, for I in open insurrection against senile nopoly of my social existence. I even managed to have little music dancing. There is young man sit next me who discusses a new step. will show 1t to me after dinner. bored and nervous with the talk of aged majority. It is between courses the musicians are playing. "No; l dance it now" I exclaimed on sudden impulse. And away we whisk around the room.
 There is a crash. The table is in confusion. My husband has raised his plate and smashed it to bits in front of him upon the table He had risen red-faced and furious, and the evening Is ruined.
 A dance at our house several weeks later-I have moped at home until Mir Alsop has con- sented to the dance. He strides upon the floor in the midst of maxixe and hotly orders my young partner from his house, never to return
 These cruel humiliations con tinued and developed new phases. My allowance of spending money was so small that it amounted to practically nothing. But if went shopping to New York, my fond but jealous husband let me know that he would pay no bills. That was to bring me home early.
 My nerves broke under the strain. In despair fled to Europe. He came after me and brought me home. But shuddered in the air of the quiet house. I shrank from his constant caresses. I fled for the last time.
 Had l ever been in love with him? No. But I had honored and respected the stately courier who e began to dominate my life when I ,sS. was fourteen years old.
 Fourteen! A little maid in sunbonnet on the lawn of hotel at Lake Toxoway, North Carolina. My mother is with me- Friends from Atlanta have a friend to in- troduce to us. It is MT. Alsop.
 Instantly he has singled me out from among the others. He bends above me as deferentially as to a queen. He pays me playful com pliments. And l sit and look up, blushing with embarrassment, into the eyes of the man who is to be for years to come the con - trolling figure in my life. N
 At Toxoway they called him IS my "big Newfoundland dog" = because he followed me about so faithfully. They are skilled and persistent wooers-these Rom, of seventy. Every day after the f meeting he sent me flowers; every ot day, a box of candy. He fiattered me i silly self-esteem by confiding to me b, ness "secrets" which he knew I did understand. l was proud of the trus1
 When he returned to Washington continued to send gifts-perfectly pro ones, candy and books and flowers, ten pounds of candy at time, era of flowers and whole sets of autht works.
 The five years of his courtship W