Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, November 12, 1915, Page 9

The Complaining Wife By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX, Copyright, 1915, Star Company. The woman who forever complains of her married lot, yet who goes on bearing it, 18 not entitled to sympathy or respect. yet to To live with a man as his wife, bemoan the fact constantly, and to pour into the near- est ear a perpetual tale of disappoint- ment and dissatis- faction, is both weak and immoral Bo long as a wo- man wears a man's name and lives under the same roof with him her dignity and self - respect should enforce her silence in regard to his fallings. It is difficult to. under- stand the type of woman who loves to pose as martyr to the extent of humiliating the man she has married by her criticisms of his shortcomings to others. Such a woman thinks only of herself, although she is certain to belleve her life one of self-sacrifice afid duty. It is & curious fact that many women wish to be thought unhappy and misunder- stood. *“What would you do if your life had not something In it that you wanted?" asked a restless and beautiful woman one day of a friend. “I would hunt about and see « I had not made a mistake,” the friend replied. “And I would employ every spare hour in cultivating the very best possibilities in myself, until I became so occupied that life would grow interesting in spite of fate' The woman who posed as a starved soul had only herself to blame for her condition. She had ability in a half- dogen directions which she had not used. She had beauty, which she was allowing to go to decay prematurely by self-indul- gence, and was despondent through lack of proper exercise and lack of purpose. She was the wife of a man who loved her and was kind to her, the man she had deliberately chosen for a life com- panion. Yet year after year she had al- lowed herself to think and talk of being misunderstood and mismated and dissat- isfied, until she really belleved herself to be all three. Such a woman needs a good rap from the knuckles of fate. She needs to learn what real unhappiness is, and to be thrown upon the world for self-support and forced to develop her abilities. The woman who devotes four or five or six hours & day to some employment has lit- tle time to muse on her own misfortunes. Let each wife who imagines herself misunderstbod and mismated turn her at- tention to self-improvement. Let her de- velop some talent, take up some indus- try, enter a class for physical culture and center her faculties on making her- | self a woman beautiful in mind and bedy. If the husband is really unworthy and he proves absolutely unappreciative she will at least be making a better future for herself than by sitting down brooding over her unhappiness and growing old | before her time. 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A smooth lawn between with no stones or keeper will keep a young pair's eyes from each other summer-long. But let there be a great gray wall with no gate set in; eyes will seek eyes, a maid will stand on tiptoe to see what lies beyond, and a man will climb it to reach Copyright, 1815, International News Service. By Nell Brinkley the flower he is forbidden! Just so long as you frown too long and hard on the boy her heart sighs for, so long as you build your fence too high and diffieult, just 8o much more will they dream and linger; and so will the little human thing, that urges us to climb and strive, drive them to scale your fence!~—NELL BRINKLEY. | Why We Quarreled -:- VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER. Copyright, 1915, Star Company. My wife and I differ upon what we consider points of honor. Since I have been married the thought has come to me often that women are more moral than men—but are they as honorable? 1 am a physiclan and think that 1 know both sexes fairly well 1 would my wife all over the world with my good name, sec my knowledge that nobody could shake her But were 1 hav- By trust in allegiance to me. ing a confidential conversation in which my wife was keenly interested 1 would not be sure that she would not listen to it if she had the opportunity to do s0 without being seen. The first time this idea came to my mind was when I had been talking with a man who called . on me one evening He had heard that my wife was not well, and, just as he was leaving sald in the full, round tones he has mever learned to modulate: “1 hope that your wife will soon be better. There ls nothing scriously wrong with ‘her health, is ther “Oh, no,” 1 assured him. “Much of her fliness is due to hysteria. There is no organic trouble, and if 1 can only get her out of town for awhile and turn her thoughts from herself she will soon be all right.” Later, when I went Into the library, where my wife was lying on the couch reading, she greeted me coldly “I am sorry,” she said, “that you con- sider me neurotic and hyterical. But if you do think this you might at least not tell your friends that all comfort is purely imaginary.” “You are misinterpreting what I daid,’ I corrected. Then I repeated as accu- rately as 1 could my statement to my caller, adding that hysteria and nerves were very distressing things to have. “But 1 cannot understand,” I sald when I had finished my explanation, “how you happened to hear what I was saying to someone down by the front door." She colored faintly, then laughed. “The door was & little way ajar,” she ex- plained, “and when I heard my name mentioned I listened to find out what was coming mext.” “Could you hear from your sofa?’ I asked suspiciously. “No,” she acknowledged. “I went out into the hall and listened; so I heard every word. And other woman would have done the same,” she defended her- self, as she saw my grave look, my dis- | “I hope mot,” I rejoined: and I knew that she did not llke my saying this. The habit of thinking that the end justifies the means has grown upon her with the passing years. A few months ago it reached a climax that angered me. One of my patients is a widow who has suffered intensely with acute rheu- matism, which has crippled her so badly that she walks with difficulty. She has not the money to hire an automobile or carriage, 8o I sometimes take her for a drive in my car. At first 1 told my wife of it, and she empressed herself as glad that 1 had given the sufferer an outing. | Yet when I repeated the kindness a few times she objected. “It will cause gossip,” she sald, |take Mrs. Dana out so much.” 1 paid no attention to the warning. As a physician 1 have a right to do that | which will mean health to my patients. Then, one day, Edith told me that I was “if you able,” I protested. ‘“You should be too big and honest to do such things.” “I can't see where the harm lies, sald, after I long while. she had talked to her for a “But if you think that It is The Man’s Side calling too often on Mrs. Dana. Again I said nothing. Boon after this T took my oldest daugh- ter upon a round of calls with me—for the child loves to go out in my car. I stopped at Mrs. Dana's home, and when 1 returned to my auto I saw an unhappy look In the girl's eyes. “What's the matter?’ T asxed. “Dad,”" she faitered, “I hate to be un- derhanded—but would you mind 1if I told mother that you have called here today?" I was surprised, and my face showed it, for she added quickly: “Oh, pleace don't be vexed—but mother said that If you ever came here when I was with you I was surely to tell her. She made me promise to.” | That night I informed my wife what my opinlons were of her conduct and for- bade her to reprove the child for having | betrayed the truth unfair to the child, T won't ask her to do such a thing again.” I knew she gave this promise only be- cause of her strong sense of duty toward her little daughter. * That she did not feel she had acted for the very dishonorably I am sure, ““You are teaching her to be dishonor- Advice to the Lovelorn BY BEATRICE TAIRFAX The Engaged Girl, Dear Miss Falrf My daughter has been engaged for seven months. Just after thelr engagement her friend left for the south. They correspond. The other day she went on a stage, ridin with & young man who she says is o %ood charagter. When she got home I told her it was not right of her to o out with other men when she is en- | Raged. Was I right or wrong MOTHER. | You were right In principle. Your | daughter should not accept attentlons from other men during her flancee's ab- sence. But there 1s no harm in taking & Ittle ride in a®public conveyance if the man who agcompanied your daughter | knew of her engagement and merely of- | fered her a little entertainment in & friendly spirit. Confidence. | Dear Miss Fairfax: I am in love with |a young man and I know my love I8 re- {turned. However, he keeps ass.ring me that | can ko where I please and he can do likewise. Do you think it is becaui he never intends to have any serious thoughts with me? He has often spoken of marriage to me WORRIED, This man probably does you the honor to trust you. You ought to appreciate that and try to have the same confidence in him. A Great Rick. Dear. Miss Fairfax: 1 have been eoing labout with a youn& man for two years. | Now he is neglecting me and golng out with another girl. He says he will never marry her. 1 love him very much and he loves me. He does not want me to be angry at what he does. but tells me to have patience, for he will come back and be with me always. He sees me about . twice a week or more. AN ANXIOUS GIRL. Are you willing to risk your happiness with & man who Is avowedly disloyal to you before marriage, and Who is pursuir |a course which it seems to me must en- danger another girl's happigess, too? Pa- tience is all very well, but why be pa- tient with disloysity? What this man offers you does not seem to be good enough. I advise you to take a firm | stand and demand that he choose now for once and all, but I am afrald you will not take my advice, since it means the risk o. temporary unhappiness. When a Man is 1L fl Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young girl and d(—ew‘ in love with & man about my age. Now this man does not know of my love for him, but ag he s very sick I thought I would write him a short letter expressing my sorrow? Would this be proper? ANXIOUS. | By all means write to your triend un- |less, of course, he happens to be some stranger with whom you imagine yourself in love, But when a man s ill it s al- ways In good taste for & girl to express her sympathy. Keep Your Promise. Dear Miss Fairfax: A month ago 1 promised a fiin 1 would stop smoking until T was 2. Is there any way I can recall such a foollsh promise or get per- mission to smoke occasionally when not in her presence. 1s it advisable to try? A C H The promise was not & foolish one and the girt Wwho persuaded you to make it must be a sincere and worth-while friend 1 advise you to keep it, EEESS ] private letters from a woman-—letters yos are not willing to show to your wif t is merely a friendly letter,” 1 declared truthfully. “‘But I do not conm- sider it honorable to show anybody a let- ter written to me by one of my pa- next week I entered my office suddenly and found her reading an open letter I had left on my desk. “Exith!” I exclaimed, shocked, “‘what right have you to read a thing that is addressed to me?’ “I knew it was from Mrs. Dana!" she | tients." accused. “So I have a right to see it!" She sighed. “I don't bell “You have mone!" 1 retorted. “Your [stand your code of homor,' she sald honor ough to teach you that.” wearlly. “Honor!" she sneered. “You are a nice The more I think about it the more one to talk about honor when you get convinced am I that she does not. 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