The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-15
CAN A, HUSBANDS HEART
 CHANGE?

1 Thou has called me thine anger III moments of bliss,
 Thine angel I'll be midst the horrors | of this,
 Through the furnace unshrink1ns' thy step to pursue, there too"
 When a man chooses one woman to WOO, win and wed does either one ol the two standing before the altar haVe the slightest fear that chances are oe- ing taken on the fickleness Of the pu-
 man heart?
 In that solemn bridal hour they pledge themselves to cleave the more closely together through illness, mls- fortune, all the trials the future. may bring. until the angel of death opens the door and calls one or the other.
 To be parted by aught save that holy messenger was never Gods lnten- tlon-. While youth, health and strengtn are theirs, all goes as merr1ly ana nap oily as marriage bells. It is m1sfor- tune that tries the metal of both hearts-whether both are of pure gold or one of the twain alloy.
 Sickness long and continuous is the greatest of all tests of marital love. Man usually wears longer and better than his Trailer mate, therefore It IS more often the wife whose grasp upon health is the first to slip In such misfortune the sweetest, tenderest knowledge woman may possess Is that through her suffering her hus- bands love and loyalty to her have never strayed. The strong power of great love has effected a cure, even where the most skilled doctors have failed. The lack of love and the in- tense yearnfng for it have blasted lives more cruelty than the chilling blasts 1ziI1 O Tanf iUp out of the happy sunshine
 "A letter has just come to me which reads as follows. in part:
 Dear Miss Libbey:-
 I am young-onIy 2O-and have been married two years. For the last year and a half I have been gravely ill- I have only been home from the hospf- tai one week. I am writing this in bed and my hand is so weak and un- steady My husband loved me, well at first, but during my long illness in the hospital his folks turned him from me, and he is greatly changed and cold to me. His people tell him constantly that he is working only for doctors bills. I love him so I could not live without him. During the week I have been home have found out that he is keeping company with a, strong, we'll. good looking girl who stays at his mothers and that she is as fond of him as he is of her. His relatives urge him to get a divorce from me and marry that strong, well girl, saying am always sick. If could write more I would, but I'm getting weaker every moment. Please pray for my health.
 BROKENHEARTED WIFE
 Ther is no husband, unless his heart be of stone instead of flesh and blood, who could withstand the pleading for love such as this unfortunate young wife craves so pitifully. How can he forget the golden hours of courtship when she turned from all others to walk side by side with him the rest of lifes journey? If he had fallen i'll, nothing in the world could have -driv- eu her from his side. So great is the devotion of a loving wife, she would have given her very life blood drop by drop to save him. Through the furnace of poverty, want, the very depths of misery, unshrinking, his steps she would pursue, to love him and save him or perish there too. Even the strongest of men and women have no lease of life. but from moment to moment.
 If this husband was he1plessIy stricken-his condition hopeless, with the possibility of dragging on for per haps long and bitter years-would the strong young girl cIeave to him, work or suffer for him? No! It would be the wife who would creep to him. cling to him, bedeWing his anguiShed face with her tears. She would min 1ster to him while her life and strength lasted.
 Let no man disregard the solemn oath he took at the altar to honor, love and cherish his wife through health or through sickness till death doth them part The husband whose heart changes toward sick wife must face the wrath of an angry God.