The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-11-07
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
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By KATHLEEN NORRIS
"TFI didn't love him." sobs
the bride, 81 wouldn't
= care when he's so mean to
mel"
eff I didn't love him" mourns
the mother in her stricken
heart, cit wouldn't be so hard
for me when he's away at night,
when he marries the wrong
woman, when he's shabby and
tired and discouraged"
Love is the greatest joy and
the greatest sorrow in life; the
deepest satisfaction, the most
acute fear. The power held by
those who love and who are
loved is a limitless power.
That's why we have to be so
careful of it; why it is such a
crime against love itself to mis-
use it.
Every mother has the power to
completely destroy her children's
lives, if she will, because they love
her. Every child has potentialities
of hurting his parents with GOODNESS
and cruelties, because they love
him. Wherever love is, there is also
the possibility of agony and cruelty
and fear. This is true especially be-
tween husbands and wives, because
of the necessary closeness of their
relationship, and their dependence
upon each other.
Bliss-Misery Not Far Apart.
These things are so obvious as to
be truisms. And yet it is matter
of great surprise to some young
wiveS-and even some older ones,
that close to utter bliss there can
be complete misery. When wom-
an gives her heart into a mans
keeping she doesn't always realize
that he may break it as well as
cherish it.
When a love-tone in a mans voice
thrills you to utter ecstasy, remem-
Der that little chill in that tone,
shade of Indifference or criticism,
can lower you to corresponding
depths of despair. A wife may ruin
her husbands life. A mother may
ruin her sons. A son can break his
mothers heart. Easily, easily, cas-
lily.
Fortunately for most of us, love
begets love. The young husband
forgets his anger, and in the flood
tide of blissful reconciliation scene
the bride seems to regain a surer
position than ever. The son has
only to say, with sleepy kiss, "why,
we were only over at Harry's play
ing bottle-pool, Nom. You're my
grill" to send his mothers spirits
soaring to heaven again.
AS for mothers and small children,
thank God most mothers know their
power. and use it wisely. Even dis
ciplined children know that Mother
loves them only too well.
Domestic Triangle.
But used or unused, the awful
force for hurting those we love re-
mains. Here is the case of "Dee-
dee," who lives in Pittsburgh, and
whose letter has this to say:
"We've been married IA years,
I'm SO and Walter 80. We have
boy of IL, and for the past 10 months
my sister and her small girl of five
have been with us. Junior adores his
cousin Jo-Anne, and as love chill
dren and housekeeping and garden
ing it is nice for me to have a girl
as well as boy.
"The trouble is my sister, Nancy.
She is eight years younger than /,
not pretty, but with great deal of
charm. She and my husband have
struck up a friendship that excludes
me.
"Walter defended her in her di-
vorce suit, which was an unpleasant
one. He finally secured her good
alimony and the custody of Jo-Anne.
Jo-Anne admires and loves her
mother, and Nancy is nice enough
with her, but more like sister than
a mother. I am like the mother of
the whole crowd,
Friendship Causes Heartaches.
eff Nancy were ever inclined to
be indiscreet, it wouldn't be with