The Washington herald., 1922-11-26
<kTH1s is Mollie. mother"
aid the little girl. in
u PRODUCING. "You know,

tndt trleno OF mime tnal note'
suppose the mother laughed
outright later when she quoted
this phrase to me. and smile I,
whenever I think Of 1t. and its
peculiar fitness for several older
friendships that I know.
Our friends that we hate-how
many of them there are!
For Loves first-cousin is Hate.
and they watch each other all
the time. as is usual to members
of one family.
Here. indeed. the psychanaly-
sists tell us. is only degraded
love, and certainly no other emo
ton toward our neighbor pos
sesses the same poignant init
macy that love possesses. except
hate.
To care keenly- what another
person does, to watch him, to
feel tremendous emotions in his
company, to be irrestibly drawn
toward that company. to remem-
ber his words. and to care pas
sionately when success or failure
attends him, isn't that love? Or
hate?
Hate seems to be simply the
negative side of love-the wish
Ing of Ill instead of good, the re-
joicing in misfortune instead of
happiness, the expression of dis
like instead of liking. The desire
of lovers to be in each others
company. to hear mentioned each
others names, is only to be IL
kened only to that same jealous
interest, that same restless hun
ger, in those who hate
YELLOW POISON.
"what-what about her? You
say that she and her husband
are unhappy? She's been sick?
They've lost their money!" some
woman asks one suddenly, eager
ly, almost anxiously. in a gen.
eral conversation. And one real
ixes that one has stumbled upon
q little pocket of hate, generating
q steady little trickle of yellow
poison into the current Of life.
Nine times out of ten. the
speaker will not admit that she
loathes Carrie Smith. but that
they used to be intimate friends
years ago.
For, sadly enough. nothing
breeds hatred like intimate friend
ship.
"She and I were simply insep-
arabic when we were girls" says
the woman who hates her now.
She was my bridesmaid. and all
that. And then when she was
and II II hadn't been for
me. and after that. she gives
an immense tea. just because
they've made scads of money
and even after that. when
her little girl died. and all L
asked her. just simply bowed
and said, oh, hello. Louisa ....-
and then told Min Williams. ....."
PETTY HATREDS.
The details are all alike. Louisa
can't believe that the old friend
n Carrie
than it did in the lOng-agO. happy.
high school days when Louisa was
the richer of the two and Carrie
the recipient Of small favors- And
90 Louisa writes Carrie a re-
proachful letter. filled with long
drawn-out details about what she
did, and how Carrie summoned
her in this hour Of need and that.
and how she responded. and how
after that Carrie did not ask her
to her sisters wedding. and so on
and on.
Louisa pours her heart out into
this letter. and then. when Carrie
doesn't even answer It, she sim
ply boils with rage at a fresh in
suit, and after that the mere men,
ton Of Carrie makes her tremble
with anger, she never misses an
opportunity to say something cut
ting about Carrie. and she feels
genuine Of deeply concealed salts
faction when she hears that Car
rie's husband has been suspected
OF defalcation and that they've
lost every penny of their money.
Hundreds of women's characters
are honeycombed by these petty
hatreds, started years ago in re-
pulsed love and friendship. based
firmly now upon hurt pride. jeal-
ousy, and that most detestable of
all emotions. the desire to re-
taliate.
THE HOUR OF REVENGE.
All, IL Carrie Smith only were to
come pleading to Louisa for some
thing now. Louisa thinks fever
ishly. as she goes about making
her beds and wtping her dishes,
All. to have a chance to say NO"