The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-09-09
corner Of some secluded nook, we in

castles in the air." Or perchance
In the golden glory of mid summer
eve, we have gone boatriding on
the lagoon; and while the mellow
light of Luna was beaming thru the
trees and casting fantastic shadows
upon the shimmering bosom of the
placid waters, we told to our
"Undine" The old sweet story
that's been told 80 oft before"
Sweethearts; the fairest flowers in
the garden of youth. The inspir-
alton of our youthful ambitions; the
sunshine of whose presence bright
ems the dark hours OF doubts and
fears. She may have the form of a
Sylph, or she may be of more ma
tronly build. Her eyes may be of
sparkling opalescent beauty reflect
ing strong and sturdy nature, will
ling to do and dare; or she may have
mild eyes of timid tenderness that
reflect a nature as dependent for
support as is the vine that clings to
the sturdy oak. But what care we?
She is our sweetheart, and if we
have Two minds with but a single
thought, two hearts that beat as
one" we lose sight of face and fig
ure as the greater and grander
beauties of a mind enriched by pure
and noble thots unfolds before our
mental vision.
But we soon reach the end of
Lovers Lane" and passing beneath
the Hymeneal Altar we come upon
the matrimonial highway. She who
was once our sweetheart is now our
wife. With the marriage vows we
take up the stern realities of life.
How many have at the marriage al
tar babe Goodbye to their sweet
hearts and at the close of the service
have greeted their wife. This Is
more literal than figurative; for
scarcely has the fragrant perfume
of Orange Blossoms been waited in
to space, than is gone also the fond
overtures of affection that the ar
dent lover was wont to make dur
ing the blissful days of courtship.
The Sweetheart, without whom we
thot life would be blank, becomes
the wife. The wife in turn soon
becomes but a chattle. You spent
many hours as sweethearts, telling
each other what priceless treasures
each of you were; but the wedding
day comes and is gone; the Honey
moon is soon over. and instead of
series of honeyed phrases, your
morning salutation is snarl of dis
satisfaction, and your evening adieu
is a grunt of discomfort. Yes, even
as the face of Mother, and Sweet
heart appears to us in our dreams,
so cometh the dream-vision of the
wife.
What has your wife Cor wives)
represented to you? A human
beast of burden to labor and toll for
you; to help increase your bank &C
count? Was she merely The fe-
male of the species" who yielded to
your pleasure and mothered your
children? Or was she your real
and only lawful Affinity" your
"Soul-mate," than whom there is
none other your soul desires?
The dream face that appears to
you during the hours of slumber
will refresh your recollection as to
your attitude to the owner thereof
in the bygone days. Is the dream
face tense and drawn? Are the eyes
heavy and dull because of name
less dread? Are her cheeks that
once were as velvet and reflected
the beauty of-the first blush of early
morn, now faded with sorrow, and
furrowed where rivulets of tears
have flowed from fountain of grief?
Is her face as you see it in your
dreams a grim reminder that you
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