The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-01-22
HE BRIDGEPORT TIMES MAGAZINE PAGE
Advice To The
 Lovelorn B
BY BEATRICE FAIRFAX. An Authority ong All Problems O Girls and Questions of Love
 md Romance

A frightened young person named | "F1ower'' writes me this letter:
 'T once believed I could never fall in love with any man; now I find the impossible has happened. But am not happy. though I love him-oh, sd much He loves me, too. but I hav</ a terrible fear of marrying him. foi I have heard from many people thaf| love gets colder after you marry and all the ecstacy is gone
 ''I want my boy to love me more/ and more after I'm married Td/ rather be dead than married to hinsI if he is bound to tire of me hareI a feeling as if something cruel fk N bound to happen if we marry. I am/ making my sweetheart and mysel4 both miserable But I am afraid so please help me I am only 1s-'
 Eighteen wants the world to- b( clouded in romance and fragrant wttf mystery. Twenty-eight knows that the practical bread and butter sid< of existence is fairly pleasant and ver1/ necessary But when thirty eight talk1 about its dead longing and its buried dreams in a sordid tone. life beginS to seem a cruel and destructive placs to poor frightened eighteen
 Life is chance Everyone who naEy begun to live at all can look backI upon days that were different thanl those days that were different thznl those of today, upon dreams that have gone, upon feelings that have altered.
 But isn't growth change? WhoI would want to keep the trees for ever in blossom in spite of the beaut5& and fragrance of the swaying whits boughs2 Who doesn't want the frIsf ton and realization of the fruit2 Wn1 doesn't know that even in the stark and grim nakedness of the winterI branches there is the promise of the green bud2 Why. then, should any of us Ione 1 to have love which is so completely | part of life. exempt from all the rules of the universe.
 Of course, love changes with mar riage- The uncertainty goes The | glamour and mystery fade But in | their place come the joy of belonging
 the beauty of ambitions shared. the No one would be insane enough Id try to live on meringues and fruit | sauce No one can live on thrilli ! and excitement and ardor.
 But two who love perfectfy-witH | understanding and unselishnes and | generosity and the desire to help each | other to the manhood and woman1
 hood = achieve something 1oveliez 1 left They find a sunny dwelling Id | the fields of contentment, and now | and then they have moments of
 achieving again the heights on which
 they could not breathe if they were | forever to remain there.
 Love grows cold if no fuel is fed
 1S nreS- IT a wife is slovenly her husband can't detain his illusion ina
 she's the sweetest girl in the world
 can he? If she nags from mornin, , till night and finds fault with al
 that he does, he can't believe ner1 ! perfect angel of loveliness, can he- To keep the fires of love lighted
 unselnsh devotion and fine daintines
 are needed Many a woman-hayin, made port O matrimony-thinks be
 mes voyage ended and sits roctrfn, |. iserenely in fancied security. She for gets thai life is changed She tioe~ns try to interest or stimulate or cfaru
 or understand or share the life ina IS going on at her side
 Does love grow cold with rnarriaxe'
 OS oourse. if the fires are not tended It dies with 1aziness and fancied re
 curity- But the beauty of the efor
 that's required to keep love a Ifyiuz
 breathing thing, is that the fight an1 - struggle and chase which all hurnal
 nature crayes goes on If mariar were too certain-too cut and tirfedo wouldn't it be a bore?