The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-04-24
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Confessions
Of a Wife
SENTIMENT VERSUS
SENTINIENTALITY


I was profoundly touched by
Bill Tenney's letter, little book.
After reading it | liked him bet
ter than l ever did before.
At heart poor old Bill was
kindly and good.
What a beautiful idea that is
of his making me feel that 1,
poor useless log that | am, can
help Donna.
wager that he has made
Donna think that | need her.
| guess he is right, we need
each other, but his letter tells me
better than | have ever known
what his attraction has been to
women. He always made them
feel of Importance in his life. He
let them understand that each one
of them could do something for
him that no other could.
He gave each one a chance to
exercise her maternal instincts.
Some men, little book, have
mastered this side of woman s
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always win out with them.
Women's education is most of
il wrong-because of a tradition
that sentimentality is virtue in
women. She is piled with senti-
mentality from the time she can
talk.
1t is only a strong character
that can reach womanhood with
out being sentimental under these
circumstances.
There is a great difference be-
tween sentiment and sentimental
ity, and | sometimes think that is
just the difference between men
and women.
Through different standards of
living; through different stand
ards of education and through
different environment men ac-
quire more or less sentiment
which is the lofty and beautiful
ideal that leavens their whole
somber existence, and women ac-
quire sentimentality which is
the petty and foolish desire which
makes everything but romance a
tiresome hiatus in their lives.
Every time | stop to analyze
my friends or myself l feel this
more and more.
Here am |, Margie Waverly,
lying here inveighing against fate
because foresooth / know that |
will never know again the nerve
racking experience of romantic
love-"nothing but pure senti-
mentalism" | know you would say
II you could talk and you little
book would speak the truth.
Dick, on the other hand, has
forgotten there is such a word as
romance. He has buried it, as a
dog does a bone, in the marvellous
''forgettery" of his, while he goes
prowling around very much inter-
ested in the numerous battles of
life that are near at hand.
He brings all his sentiment
to bear upon his business. He
tells himself that he is doing this
because he loves Mrs. Selwin and
me.
But you only have to look at
him to know he loves the game.
The fight is like the scent of
blood in his nostrils. He is out to
win, whether we, the women he is
interested in will be helped by his
victory or not.
More and more | feel that our
| daughters should be educated and
made to understand as men are
made to understand that romantic
love is only a part of life. More
| and more / know that is one OF
| the greatest facts of existence.
| have told this to you before
little book, perhaps more than
once, but here on this bed of pain
realize it as l never have be-
fore.
Romantic love has fled from
me and am like cookie shell on
a fast flowing river, driven here
and there without will by the
slightest breeze.
The same thing has happened
to Dick-romantic love is no more
with him, yet he is stronger and
better for the experience. He
sees a greater and more wonder
full life stretch out before him.
Life looks good to him.
He really lives, only long to
love.
CONTINUED Tomorrow.