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

D. Il get a erea. many pathetic letters
from women who write that the men
thew love have ceased to love them
and pitifully ask how they can re-
gain this lost affection.
Sometimes the letter is from wire
who says that her husband has grown
tired Of her, that he does not take inc
trouble even 10 pretend 10 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 grouch!
as a Eoreheadcd bear around the
house.
Sometimes the man comes out oold-
iy and honestly and tells his wife that
he no longer loves her and asks nef
IN rive him q divorce. Oftener ne
lacks the courage to put the ghastly
truth IN words, but in his sullen looks
his impotence OF manner, his joyless
attitude towards life, his poor VIE
reads her doom. She knows that net
husbands love for her 10 dead, that
he never looks at her without regret
ting the folly that made MIN marry
her and that only sense OF honor
and duty and compassion makes MIN
endure her with outward patience.
Sometimes the woman who writes
N A woman who has lost the love or
a man on whom she had not even the
legal claim Of matrfmony. Sometimes
for. wears the man and woman had
been sweethearts, and he had monop-
oiized her time and attention, driving
All other suitors away. Very often II
rad been a beautiful relationship. full
az sentiment and romance, generosity
and sympathy, the real mating OF TWO
hearts and souls.
And then something happened
eomething so vague and 1ntanglpie
that the woman never knew why, nor
when, nor how the tragedy occurred
hut gradually the fire died out Of the
mans love making and It grew colder
and colder until 1t was just a handful
of ashes on the altar Of what had been
n great passion. The man quit COM
ing to see her so often, then stayed
away for weeks, and finally only came
when she bullied him into II 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 deao
love, ask what they can do to breathe
into Il 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
a cold fancy. The days OF miracles
are past and no one has the power TO
bid a dead love to arise and walk
again.
Love is like disease. When We
have recovered from II, 1t is over,
for good and all. When the indi-
yidual who has once thrilled us ceases
70 thrill MS, nothing that he or she
can do viii quicken the pulse by a.
single heart beat Nor can any will
or desire Of ours bring back the dear,
delightful pang that crisped 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
that we once found enchanting get on
our nerves. Love is dead, Selah.