The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-07-18
GIVING UP WEALTH !.
 FOR LOVE

"She to him will reach her hand,
 And gazing in his eyes will stand, And know her love and weep for glee And cry Long, long I've looked Tor
 thee.'"
 How much is love worth to the aver age young woman? That is the ques- tion honest-hearted men have been asking themselves the world over, In all .climes and under every sum- Many a poor youth, earnest of purpose whose life, heart and deeds were clean, whose ambition was boundless and whose honor none could ga1nsay, has seen his love dream shattered py an aged graybeard crossing his sweet hearts path, whose >only claim 10 at- tention was his moneybags.
 No wonder such a youth loses all faith in loves wondrous power, be- lieving that the majority of feminine hearts could be luged to loves bargain counter and be bought by the one who could bid the highest amount or gold, hard, soulless gold.
 It may be earnestly and safely stat ed that not one young girl among thousands would, of her own volit1on, prefer gilded age to poor, but warm hearted youth and the love that satis- fies. Over-ambitious relatives and illy-chosen friends may influence and fairly coerce many a girl to give up poor lover for wealthy one. but If left to follow out her own promptings of heart her choice will always fall upon the man who has gained her love-.
 This is especially true of young wid- ows The girl dreams of love, not knowing what she will miss if she ex- changes it for the dross of wealth. The widow knows full we'll the true meaning of real love to a woman that it is more precious by far than all the wealth of the Indies. If she has married the first time for wealth and position, she never makes so fatal Ha mistage the second time.
 Apropos of this subject, all of the so- cial world has been intensely excited over the fact that one of New York S youngest and wealthiest and most beautiful widows has given up a princely fortune and stepped out of a marble palace to wed the man of her choice. Her late husbands will sub jected her to those conditions should she re-wed. The whole world won dered when young and handsome suftor appeared upon the scene which way her choce would turn-to the cold marble walls with their wealth of paintings looking down upon her, and the checks, each one a fortune in it. self, which paid her for remaining the edad multi-millionaire's widow, heaped up before here or the warm-thrilling arms and eager pnlsing. responsive heart of the young man who could not count his fortune in anywhere like such colossal figures
 There was a struggle to decide. Could the marble palace;, the grand old paintings. plates of gold, liveried servants and all the trappings of wealth and the power of a grand old name, soothe a heart signing for the clasp of a human hand whose mag netic touch made the heart beat faster. near presence, dearer yet than all others, that could turn loneliness into a heaven of cheeriness, light, joy and love which makes living worth while? The one experience of marrying for wealth is enough for any woman It teaches her the grand lesson that love which IS God given is not for barter or sale; that it is priceless, t'- Fa- ther's richest, most wonderful bless ings with which He endows His chill dren. True, love outwefghs wealth every time. Wealth can only procure worldly things; it cannot buy love or life. Love, returned, repays all sor. rows. It is, life's staff.