New Britain herald., 1921-09-28
MY MARRIAGE PROBLEMS
 NcwP Of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE.
The Thoughts That Bcsct Madgc as She Faced Life With Dicky Anew


 She Faced Life With Dicky Ancw Marriage Is like climbing a moun- tain trail.
 l have learned that today.
 My husband and have just TO turned fror> particularly difficult ascent of one Of our beloved CatskiII mountains. and we ar eresting. I in hammock swung between two Enarlcd old apple trees, DitlSy stretched luEuriously on the grass at my feet.
 What Dieky ia thinking If indeed he Is exercising his brain at all do not know. for he has pulled his hat over his eyes. but to mo there has come realization that the Journey we have just ended, IS startlingly like tho life pilgrimage Dicky and arc taking together-with the one great exception that we completed our ascent of the mountain today. while we arc only a comparatively short way mp that rocky and pre- cipitous hill called marriage.
 The start of the trail today was delightful. n beautiful sun-dappled path which stretched fascinatinGly and mysteriously upward. So. remember was our honeymoon. a wonder-time. wonder-road, up which we blissfully wandered, with no thought Of any change in the path ahead. All the doubts and fears. the cynlcism with which had ap- preached marriage. had been routed with the wonder of Dicky's tenn pestuous devotion.
 But all too soon in our climb to- hA me stony. precipitous. precarious. We were compelled to watch our foot steps carefully. for a false step meant Q slip, perchance an ugly fall. bruises. acute discomfort, if not actual in- jury.
 Sometimes we had to pull our selves by main strength up partlcu- larly difficult places. by graspins the branches of trees. Any everywhere thorny vines reached out and scratched our hands and faces. while tiny Enats. stinginE exasperat- inFiy. buzzcd around our heads. With mental shrug. hurried over the comparison which flashed only too plainly before me. of the episodes In my life Journey with my husband which were SO strikinEly like the bad places of the pilgrimJ ge 1 today.
 But again there were comparatively level Fpots-lovclv cool hooks. where | the sunlight filtered through the leaves upon the moss beneath the | trees.
 Such visions as these-of what life can mean to united hearts-also | have been vouchsafed Dicky and me. | fin our life together. and come. am sure. to every man and wife whose | marriage is. worthy the name.
 What Madgc Wondered.
 We passed people coming down | the mountain. discouraged. dlsgrunt- led. giving up before they had | reached half way to the top. just as many peruons retreat before the diff | nculties of life together. But Dicky | and | persisted, won at last to the | summit. and were rewarded by a sunlit panorama of lake and noun tnin and forest. which made us grip each others hands tightly.
 Would we evor gain that summit of achievement In our marriage. where we could know certainly that uil tho unpleasant portions of our journey together were past. that nothing but blissful peace lay before us7
 look down at my husband. and ma that nc nus puhned tne nat ITOnl his eyes and Is staring at me quizzi- cally. ]
 'we-el-i?" he drawls.
 StammerinEly I try to tell him Of what have been but I sec only too quickly that he is In anything but a senti- mental mood.
 Probably we'll get to that summit of peace and joy you're spieling about" he says, with provoking grin. ''when we're ready to celebrate our golden or diamond wedding day. You know. like those dear old couples that have their pictures in the papers with the caption, He never said n cross word to her I think either the con sciences or tho memories of those old people nro at fault. We couldn't have any such caption. might say, She never bincd mo with n rolling pin,' but that's as far as could truthfuily Eo. And to tell you the truth, old dear. wouldn't give tlnker's cuss for continual peace ful valley or glorious mountain-top fin mine tt would be too monotonous. And whatever our life has been. old