The Washington herald., 1918-02-25

&A@sS 4S~Ck& WIVES m s.e = S.&@A
have had a great Jolt this morn
ing, and I am wondering II all these
years I have been wrong-if my first
intuitive and primitive idea was right
Ny thoughts go back to those
ecstatic hours the night before I mar
ried Dick, and / wrote in the book
that closed the years OF my gir1hood-
After tonight shall belong"
You see, found out very soon that
I really did not want to belong. that
was too self conscious, too egotistical.
to wholly belong to anyone but my
self, and then and there began the
first little rift in the lutte.
1t was the. everlasting strife be-
tween the sexes that came into Dicks
and my life. 1t was the beginning Of
us will shine that light that was
never on land or sea-"
why has this come to you this
morning?" you probably would ask II
you could talk and 1 shall answer
your unspoken question.
Because I have been talking with
Max, and I find that Mary has made
him think he is the most wonderful
man on earth"
"'Of course said Max-he is not
really as egotistical as that last sen
tence would make one think-'Of
course. 1 know that I am not the
paragon that Mary thinks am, Mar
gle. but all the time am striving 10
reach the plane on which she has
placed me in her mind. know in
my ssyn heart that am a very ordi-
nary person. I know books pretty
well, but that knowledge can be ac-
quired by anybody who will read and
study as I have done. Consequently,
1t is wonderfully warm kind of feel
ing that l get when / talk with her
and realize that to her, at least. am
paragon. Margie, 1 know she is
one Of the cleverest women that it has
been my privilege 10 meet and that
she can see in me all the splendid
things that she evidently does makes
me feel that perhaps am of some
worth"
was glad. little book. to get this
expression from Max, for 1 had been
wondering il he realized the libation
OF difference, yes. even reverence for
his opinion that Mary was constantly
paying out so literally.
Now. TIL tell you little book. in con-
| hdence. remember, that I have never
been able to see in Max this
superiority to every other man. and
I am afraid that would combat his
| opinions often. But what Max saws
is apparently not only gospel, but
creed to Mary. Little book-little
book. am all wrong? Hasn't the
world sped far enough along vet to
the place where woman can be any
thing but woman?
OF course If any of my men friends
read the sentence 1 have Just writ
ten they would say that is the
trouble with your restless sex. You
want to be something you are not
and can never be. You never heard
man say. did you, that he wanted
| to be anything else than a man."
mo, little book, I never did, but
that is because a man is a human
being before he is a man and is
| recognized as such but a woman is
| never-at least in a mans mind-a
human being TO be reasoned with as
he reasons with the members of his
own sex. To Max, Mary is his wife.
and being his wife she must have an
entirely different set of emotions and
| viewpoints than any other woman.
Half the time Dick and 1 are as
! far apart as the opposite poles.
where opinions are concerned, and !
, do not hesitate to tell him so any
more than he does me. But I do
think, perhaps, We are learning to
| be more tolerant of each others
! judgments and We also are acquiring
the great virtue of understanding.
| But all the same, I am going to
| have a confidential talk with Mary
on the subject; I do not believe she
is always as much in accord with
| Max as she seems to be.
She has lost any individuality she
ever had and become only a replica
of her husband.
Is this the road to happiness, little
book? II 1t is, I'll never find it, for
too long has Margie Waverly
threshed things out for herself.
| (To Be Continued.)