The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1942-04-02

the young man whose fortunes she
wants to share, then the chances of
their happiness are just as good as if
they were both 80. So what Thirty
nine" ought to ask herself is not,
what sort of a bride will she
make" but ''What sort of woman
have I raised here, anyway? Is she
going to develop as new responsible
ties come along?"
Counts on Mothers Help.
Against Lolita's marriage are
these arguments: that after so
many years of devotion she is will
ing to hurt and disobey her mother.
That she counts, at the same time,
upon much help from that same
mother. That when Leonard gradu-
ates year from June he still will
not have a job, and the education
fund established by his grandfather
will be exhausted. And that her un-
willingness to wait a year or two, at
her mothers earnest request, indi-
Gates a certain hardness and stub
bornness that do not auger any too
well for the future.
On the other hand; young love is
a beautiful and educational thing in
itself. This happy young couple, set
ting down in mothers furnished
apartment, will be all the more anx-
ious to prove themselves worthy of
their new estate, because of that
same mothers misgivings.
Lolita, if she has good material in
her at all, will rejoice in her tiny
establishment that is in such con-
trast to the big boarding house in
which she grew up, and her mother
will have the great joy of having
her near, and being able to help
her with her problems. If a baby
comes along there will be another
tie, and another great joy.
One Lolita" of my acquaintance
ran away with an unacceptable beau
some IL years ago. She was Is, the
man 10, and their finances were in
so low a state that they rented a
garage for SIS month, and went on
their wedding afternoon to "Loli-
ta's" father to ask him for the fur
nishing of her room so that they
could take possession of their new
home.
The mother was Frustrated over
the elopement and could only moan
feebly that they could have what
ever they wanted. So they took a
frying pan and dish towel along
with their bedding and chair. They
lived in the garage three months,
the husband in college, the wife SELL
ing children's shoes from door to
door.
Toiled for Seven Years.
Social life was out for them, but
occasional callers always brought a
pound of coffee or a box of straw
berries to leave in the corner of the
garage where stood a table and a
gas-plate.
After Ned was graduated, he got a
job in an oil station. His young wife
had a son, and another son. Her
young bloom faded; she grew thin;
she was always tired. Two more
babies came along. But there was
no question then and there is none
today that she and Ned truly loved
each other.
Laughing over it the other day
the sobered, tired, sweet woman
of 80 who was that runaway bride
said to me, "For seven years
washed from 80 to 60 didies every
day, along with dishes, tables, win
dows, sweaters, crib sheets and
small dirty faces. If had it to do
again I wouldn't do it that way. I'd
wait awhile. But sooner or later it
would have had to be Nedl"
But seriously, there is no age that
is safe for marriage, and no age
that is unsafe. There is no mar.
riage that cannot be made a sue.
cess.