Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1917-12-19
WHEN LOVE TIRES.
10y DOROTHY DIX,
The Worlds Highest Paid Woman
Writef.)

get a great many pathetic letters
from women who write that the men
they love have ceased to love them
and pitifully ask how they can re-
gain this lost affection.
Sometimes the letter Is from wife
who says that Der husband has grown
tired Of her. that he does not take the
trouble even TO pretend TO care TOT
her or take any interest in her any
more. She might be the kitchen stove
for all the tenderness he ever shows
her. He never observes how she
looks. He never comments on what
she does except to criticize it. He is
silent as the grave or else as grouehy
az a Eore-headed bear around the
house.
Sometimes the man comes out bold
" and honestly and tells his wife that
he no longer loves her and asks her
TO give him O divorce. Oftener ne
lacks the courage TO put the ghastIy
truth IN words, but IN his sullen looks'
his impotence OF manner, his joyless
attitude towards life, his poor wife
reads her doom. She knows that her
husbands love for her II dead, that
he never looks at her without regret
ting the folly that made him marry
her and that only sense OF honor
and duty and compassion makes MIN
endure her with outward patience.
Sometimes the woman who writes
"a q woman who has lost the love OF
q man on whom she had not even the
legal claim OF matrimony. Sometimes
for years the man and woman had
been sweethearts, and he had monop-
olized her time and attention, driving
all other suttors away. Very often II
had been a beautiful relationship, full
OF sentiment, and romance, generosity
and sympathy, the real mating OF two
hearts and souls. /
And then something happened,
something so vague and tntang1piel
that the woman never knew why, nor
when. nor how tho tragedy occurred,
but gradually the fire died out or the
mans love making and 1t grew colder
and colder until II was Just a handful
OF ashes on the altar Of what had been
q great passion. The man quit COM
ing to see her 80 often, then stayed
away for weeks, and finally only came
when she bullied him into it by fran
tic notes and telephones, and at last
the day came when the woman faced
the bitter fact that the man she loved
was weary Of her, that she bored him
and that she was burden on his
hands.
And these poor, forsaken, neglected
women, mourning over their dead
love. ask what they can do 70 breathe
into 1t once more the breath Of life.
Alas, there Is absolutely nothing
that they can do. No one can give
them a reliable recipe for warming
up lukewarm affection or relocating
q cold fancy. The days of miracles
are past and no one has the power tot
bid q dead love to arise and walk
again.
Love is like q disease. When we
have recovered from 1t, 1t is over,
for good and all. When the indi
vidual who has once thrilled US ceases
TO thrill us, nothing that he or she
can do will quicken the pulse by a
single heart beat. Nor can any will
or desire OF ours bring back the dear,
delightful pang THAT crfsped our
nerves and sent our temperature up
to fever heat.
Charm, interest, attraction. the mys-i
FERROUS something that draws Us to an
other we neither understand nor can
explain. We only know that we feel
them for a time and then We feel
Them no more. The one that we have
thought beautiful becomes hideous in
our eyes. The one who interested US
turns into the most wearisome Of
bores. Little tricks Of personality
hat we once found enchanting get on
Dur nerves. Love is dead. SeIah.