The daily Alaskan., 1918-04-05
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tOrShip. freedom of hOtti ih the ieSt i interests of both. not slavery of either. Ills assaults on her rights when he crosses the dead line of intolerance and deSpodcally demands obedience may not be received as submissiyely,
 as uncomplainingly and as finally, as
 he in his blind conceit believes.
 He may secure an outward sem
 blanCe of submission but actually con-
 temptuous rebellion. Brought 10 bay,
 her bitter protest of opposition may
 make her dangerously ingenious in out witting him. When In q moment of
 pique at some act of her family he dareS to order her never to see them
 or write them or hear from them, she
 feels the cruel injustice of this cutting of the ties of love and tenderness she
 may resort to subterfuge, intrigue
 evasion and systematic deception and
 defy him behind his back while she seems Sweetly and serenely resigned in his presence. She may drift uuknow- ingly into a course of action normally repuCnant as she Surrenders to n tide of conditions of constant despOtic in
 justice. Tyranny needs hundred watch dogs-truStful love, none.
 When she finds a quarantine or dered against some of her dearest and best friends coming to the house, her Self-reSpect blushes at the plausible lies she writes or speaks to prevent their knowing the real reason. When she fears to tell hlm of some mISdced of one of the children because of the cruel punishment his anger may pre- scribe. he is Slamming the door on her confidence and giving a bonus of new license to the little rebel in the nur- sery. When she gives false statistics as to the price of some simple article she has bought just to avoid "scene," he Is giving her unwise postgraduate courses in duplicIty which may later prove costly. He is worse than wrong he is foolish.
 He is paying q big price for his tyranny when the song dies away on her lips as she hears his key click in the lock in the evening and she draws a long breath of relief when he leaves home in the morning. Then she may remember with a sigh and a little dim ming of the eyes the sweet early days of their married life when, not satisfied with the mere good morning kiss she used to stand on the porch and follow him with her eyes and ScmaphOre love with her flutterIng little wisp of a handkerchief as he looked back in the sunshine at the bend of the road that soon shut him from her sight. And she had struggled so long and faith fully to hold back the ebbing tide of her love for him and love had gone and carried respect with 1t, and she, grown bard. Gnd bitter nd rebellious, had lost the best of life and so lad he.
 Sometimes a wife may Unwisely seek to keep the love, loyalty and cOnstancy of her husband Oy holding him with a aght rein, by restrictions and limita- rtOnS that fretted and chafed, by petty exactions and tyrannles to keep him close by her side. Have you ever held l a butterfly in the prison of your palm, : with the sllghtly-parted, arched fingers 1 as bars, and, fearing 1t might escape, | press Inadvertently little too tightly l and then be suddenly conscious that | the fiuttering whIrr had ceased | and, opening the bars and peering in, find that the beautiful wings were stined forever and that the butterfly ! was dead2