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The Fifth Commandment
Leave the Door Open to Keep Wife or Husband,"
Explains What the Fifth Commandment
of Matrimony Means.
In the Hands of Fate
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright, 118. Intern! News Renvloo.
Why We Quarreled
No. 4 Tha Man's Side The Husband Whose Wife
Couldn't Agree with Him Gives His Story. : : :
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By DOROTHY DIX.
Thle la the fifth commandment of mat
Mi iinn y ;
Thou shalt not make of thyself the
one-whomust-be-hyed, for, verily, few
there be who love
their Jailer.
There probably
are no married
couples In the
world, no matter
how loving or be
loved, who do not
have time and
Masons when they
wish .they had the
courage to smash
their wedding rings
and tear up their
marriage certifi
cates, and. make a
break for their
lost liberty.
It Is thea we
marvel, not at the
"".7 ,
marvel, not at the I rt4Qlj J
large number of tF fl3T r
orvorces, out mat
drroroe Is not universal, and that poor,
weak hamart nature has the strength to
mo on drag-King Its ball and chain when
It could so easily break Its fetters.
For there) la ho gainsaying the fact the
average couple make of the holy estate
nothing fcuC a prison house, and that
wo en they get married they get a life
eentenoe with hard labor; with no com
mutation for good conduct, and no hope
mt befog pardoned out,
.And It la because, people are beginning
to realise that the married have written
a&ove their doorways, "Abandon free
dom all ye who enter here,", that men,
and women also, are beginning to fight
more and more shy of matrimony.
Peaches and matinee heroes may look
good to youths and maidens, but, oh,
you latch key!
It la one of life's little iron lea that we
bring to the greatest crisis In our whole
totence the least Intelligence of which
we are oapaMe. We all know, for in
stance, the one undying passion of the
human heart Is for liberty. For It men
fight and die, for it women become mar
tyrs of sacrifice, giving those who are
dearer than life to them.
Yet, knowing this, knowing freedom Is
the very breath of life to every man
and woman with a soul, we deliberately
proceed to wreck matrimony by making
It a penal institution, and setting up a
tyrant on the hearth, who makes Nero
look like Warden Oeborna.
When the average man marries a
woman he qualifies Immediately as head
jailer to her. He assumes the right to
boss her Incoming and outgoing; to regu
late how much she shall pay for her
clothes, and to say how many inches
her gowns shall be cut out In the neck
and off at the bottom.
More than that he arrogates to him
self the right to settle her opinions for
her, and to decide whether she shall be
long to thU club or that; whether she
shall be an outspoken suffragists, or
merely sympathise secretly with the
feminist movement.
Nor Is the husband In much better
ease, dome more freedom of action he
has than the wife, because she can't
keep up with him and exercise her
tyranny over him quite as easily as he
can over her. Hut she does her conscien
tious best, and that best Is hard enough
to .endure.
Not one married man In 109, no, not
In 10,000, is free to stay down town of a
night to dinner If he feels like It. or to
pass an evening with his old chonles. or
to go off to the theater by himself, or
to gratify any little whim of the kind.
His Jailer at home, who has given him a
tloket of leave, to go out and pass the
day tollln t for her. Is sitting up with her
eye on the clock, ready to call time on
him if he doesn't show up on the minute.
Nor has the average married man any
liberty In his own home. He can't smoke
where he wants to, nor muss up the sofa
cushions, nor have a room of hla own In
which he can leave things scattered about
the way he likes them.
He's not allowed to waste the money
that would buy Imported millinery on
amy connections of butterflies, or beetles,
or stamps. He's not permitted to Invite
the people he knew before marriage and
that his wife hated at sight to the house
to dinner. He hasn't got even a whole
closet nor a comb and brush of his very
own. His wife even buys hla neckties
for him, and decide on the kind of food
that Is good for his stomach.
Is It any wonder the poor matrimonial
worms, male and female, turn at last?
It la surprising that too much wife or
too much husband gets on the nerves of
their poor victims? Is It to be wondered
at that widows and widowers give such
marvelous exhibition of Christian resig
nation ln bearing their lossesT
The answer to the conundrum of how
to be happy though married Is comprised
In one word, and that word is freedom.
Throw open the doors of the prison house
you have made of domesticity, Mr. Hua
band and Mrs. Wife, and give vour poor
pining convict a breath of liberty.
In love we keep only what we give,
and hold what we lose, and the way to
keep a husband or wife from climbing
over the fence is to leave the doors wide
open. Therefore, forget not the fifth
commandment of matrimony: Thou ahalt
not make of thyself the one who must be
obeyed, for, verily, few there be who
love their Jailers.
Our Worth in the World
Oar Own Fault If There la No Fine for Us In
the Schemes of life.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
"So long aa we love we serve; so long
as we are loved by some one. -1 would
almost aay that we are lndispenslble, and
no man la useless while he has a friend."
Robert Louis Stevenson.
"There Isn't any place for me In life.
Nobody wants me." a sad little girl I
now sighs over and over. To her mere
ving la a desperate burden that she la
hardly willing to carry. To her and all
the other morbid souls who cannot find
a place for themselves In the scheme of
' existence I want to talk today.
"So long as we love we serve," and the
beloved "R. L. E." whose own handicap
of desperate ill-health did not prevent
him from leaving the world books which
are a veritable anthology of cheerfulness.
ONLY SIXTEEN,
GIRL VERY SICK
Tells How She Was Made
WeU by LyrJiaELPinkham's
Vegetable Compound,
New Orleans, La. "I take pleasure
I in writing: these lines
to express my grati
tude to you. I am
only 16 years old and
work in a tobacco,
factory. I have
been a very sick girl
but I have improved
wonderfully since
taking Lydla E.
Pinkham'a Vegeta
ble Compound and
am now looking fine
and feeling a thousand times better."
Miss Amelia Jaquillard, 8961 To
boupitoulas St, New Orleans, La.
St Clair, Pa. "My mother was
alarmed because I was troubled with
suppression and had pains in my back
and side, and severs headaches. I had
pimples on my face, my complexion was
sallow, my sleep was disturbed, I had
nervous spells, was very tired and had
no ambition. Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg
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charm In my case and has regulated me.
I worked in a mill among hundreds of
girls and have recommended your medi
cine to many of them." Miss Est ella.
Magcibb, UO Thwing St, St Clair, Pa.
There Is nothing that teaches more
than experience. Therefore, such let
ters from girls who have suffered and
were restored to health by Lydla E.
Fink ham s Vegetable Compound should
i a lesson to others. The same remedy
within reach of all.
If too want special advice write to
Lvdla E. Plakhain Medicine Ce. fcenfl.
cestui) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will
be opened, read aad answered by a
tmaa and held la strict cwnJUeB.ee
If there seems to be no place for you
In life. Isn't it because you are falling to
give out to life any affection? The girl
of whom I speak looks upon men aa
ravening wild beasts. Her attitude to
ward the whole scheme of existence Is
one of criticism. She sees nothing any
where to like or admire or approve.
If she meets aorae one who la kind and
unselfish ahe persists In regarding that
person as a strange exception to the gen
eral rule. Within herself se has created
a world that does not know kindness or I
love or unselfishness. And having created
that world she lives In it without trying
to give anything of help or service to the
tangible world that lies about her.
She persists In regarding herself as an
unhappy and lonely creature end this In
spite of the fact that she possesses one
friend whom ahe knows she can trust,
one friend who Is loyal and kind, one
friend for whom she feels affection and
In whom she feels affection and in whom
she can place faith.
It never occurs to her morbid little soul
that she owes something to that friend
ship, that because someone worth while
cares for her she has even at the mo
ment of her greatest unhapplness a plaoe
In life, and that she is of use to the
world, in fact and In potentiality, because
she has the friendship of a fine and ad
mirable soul.
Every human being has a definite plaoe
In the scheme of things. It may be tiny
now perhaps it is going to be tiny for
always, but at least It is a place; no one
else can fill It, and the Individual who la
put into it ia a link in a chain.
Just being alive carries with It a certain
responsibility. How does l;ny of us know
that any other human helng oan do the
wprk we find to hand? How does any of
ua know that anyone eUe can do the
work we shirk In the ,nere fact that we
fall to look for it?
None 01 us can look ahead so much
as an hour; none of us knows what to
morrow will bring. It is possible that just
by being at a given place at a certain
time we may prove of Inestimable value
In the scheme of things but more than
this ve all owe to life a state of "pre
paredness." To educate yourself so that
you may be of service to the world In
general and of value to those who care
for you is a part of your duty.
Even though you feel friendless and
unnecessary in the scheme of things you
have no guarantee that the state of af
fairs is going to last in a world of
change. How then dare you throw away
your chance lo make ready to be of value
to life?
Being of service to the world Is In It
self vsluablo. It is the responsibility of
life. No one has a right to sit around
and think how miserable and lonely and
unhappy And abused he or she Is with
out recognising the fact that there are
plenty of people In like state. Aad If they
axe. anyone who can think must figure
out her responsibility to help other un
happy souls.
Life isn't a thing- to run away from:
it Is a thing to meet with outstretched
hands of servloe. Into those tasks shall
bo put and In the fulfilling of them lies
more than mere usefulness to of duty
to yourself and a chance to make a plaoe
for yourself in the world.
Ily YIKMMA TKKHUNK VAN
DK WATER,
(Copyright. 9&, by Btar Omipany.)
My wife had her own Ideas as to how
our home should ho furnished. I had
mine. Hecauae these Meaa were dlam-
trtoally oppomd. wo had our first bitter
quarrel.
"You furnish the money and I'll fur
nish the taste," ahe once said Jeirtlngly.
I knew ahe was in fun, yet I resented
the speech.
We boarded for tho first eighteen
months of ou married life, then we o-
loctiM a pretty apartment nrt far from
tho river. The ronms were all light ami
my wife and I agreed perfectly aa to
their beauty. v
"It will he great fun getting tho furni
ture," Corntlanw mid. "I wish we had
more money to spend. But we oan make
the place lovely anyway."
Tea," I said, "we can. And don't
forget that I have In storage some ex
cellent pieces from my old homo. When
father died, you know, the furniture was
divided among us hnya."
"Armt't thoee pleceo very large for our
rooms?" Constance objected.
"They are all right" I told her. "I
like a room that's just fun of furniture
anyway."
"I don't," ahe remarked, quietly.
But we argued no more just then. I
went with her while ahe chose our wall
paper. Our views did not agree at all.
Bhe wanted light, soft cnlora; I wanted
bright cheerful papers. But I remem
bered that, after all, Conetanc would he
In tho home more than I would. Yet
when she spoke of twin bedo for our
room I protested.
"They would be an unnecessary .e-
peneo," I ld. "for I have mother's old
hand-carved double bed'.
The brass beds would be pretty, Con
stance ventured.
'Why buy them when we have some
thing so much handsomer?" I urgwj.
This bed of mother' s In I said, hand
carved and hardwood."
Constance looked relieved. Oh, wen,"
Advice to Lovelorn
:y BBATB10S TADUJ
Bo they snuggle these countless, casual
nest-builders of the great cities, item one man '
In overalls worn gray one little woman still
young whose frail shoulders, if you could read
their language aright, speak eloquently of untold
strength to bear and one small baby who slips
so humbly and obscurely Into this world that
there is no acclaim of heralding save in the sing
ing hearu of his two "folks" so they struggle
In the hand of Fate mar they be held there
safe and close. NELL Bit INK LEY.
Too lioag to Walt.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I have a daughter
who goes around with a boy who is In
high school-the girl is 1, Uie boy is 10.
The boy has to go one year more to high
school and then to go about six years to
college. He pays much attention to her
and takes her out to planes of amuse
ment, and she rare for him and doesn t
pay any attention to other boye. 1 ob
ject to her going out with him because I
don't think it la advisable for a girl to
gn around with a boy and wait seven
years before he will leave college and
will be able to earn his "ving.
A. FATHER.
Seven years Is too long for a girl to
wait for a boy of SO to grow up, finish
his education and prepare to marry her.
Don't, however, deal roughly with the
romance or the young people may be
Impelled to do something aa silly aa elope.
Perhapa if you invite him and other
young peopte aa well to your houae and
throw your daughter Into wholesome.
Jolly young society Instead of having her
find her pleasure In "duets," she will
gradually outgrow this Infatuation. The
young man ought to be Able to finish his
college training In three or four years at
most. If the young people are sincerely
and loyally In love and resist all your
most tactful efforts to-turn their love
affair Into the channels of friendship,
do you really feel that H or K would be
too great an age for your daughter to
attain in single state? . If you cars to
write mo your case at greater length and
will give me your address I will bo glad
to make an exception In your instance
and send you a personal letter.
ahe said, "if It's really fine mahogany,
perhaps It will do very well after all."
When It came to furniture for the living
room, we clashed again. She wanted
some wicker chaire. I reminded her that
we had aeveral eomfortaMe armolmlra
In storage,
I was sure that when she saw how
nice the chairs were, she wotad be
pleed. And aa ahe let ma have ray own
way about this plan. I did not protest
when ahe .selected ooru lace curtain e and
a golden brown plush for the portlerwe
of the living room.
"They will go Very well with the white
enamel paint and the pale yellTW walla,"
ahe said.
On the very day on which we selected
the dining room furniture a plain mission-made
set that I did not really like
a telegram came from Conaaanoe'a home
saying that hf mother, who was an In
valid, was worse, and asking her to come
on and spend a fortnight with her If
possible, i
"I will have the apartment In complete,
readiness for you by the time yon rem
turn," I aald aa I took her to the train,
"You'd better wait to choose the ruga
until I come back," ahe auggested.
I did not promise, but she thought that,
my silence meant consent and she went
away aattsfled.
I had a good time getting the flat ready
for her, and I planned It all as a plnea
ant surprise for my dear wife. I had the
armchairs for the living room recovered
as they had been tn my childhood, with
a stunnlfig peaeook-bhie brocade. It wae
expensive, but I wanted It The black
walnut sofa I had covered with a crim
son satin.
, The rug 'I selected Combined the two
colors. I did not like the portieres, for
they looked very dun beside the warm
bluss and reds I had selected. I was
sure that Constance would think so, too,
and I resolved not to call her attention
to the mistake ahe had made In selecting
brown hangings,
Tho carved bed was polished and set
In place, and X choae a pretty blue rug
for the bedroom floor.
I shall never forget the day when Con
stance arrived In town. I took her right
up to our new home. - She gasped as her
eyes fell on the living room furniture.
"Good heavens!" she exotatmed. "What
colors! Why can't we have these things
recovered at oncer
Then, when ahe saw that the ephotatery
was entirely new, she sank down aad
cried.
That was, perhapa, the bitterest mo
ment of my life.
When she became calmer Z led her
into our room, but at sight of the hand
carved bedstead, ahe stopped aghast.
"Black walnutH" she exclaimed. '1
thought It was mahogany.
This angered me. "It's very hand
some!" X retorted. "It coat father
pretty -penny."
"Well I wished he'd kept It!" she buret
forth. "My dear Robert, you've ruined
the place! How could your .
Something anapped In my bead and t
saw crimson crimson as deep as the
color of the living room sofa.
"Because," I said, "aa my mousy pays
for the furniture,' my taste Is to be con
sulted. Such being the case, X . think
ordinary gratitude might make you lese
prejudloed and unkind In your judgment."
"I ahall nevei aay another word la
orltlclam of the atrocious combination!"
ahe flashed back. "I suppose since you
have selected the furniture aad paid for
It. I shall have to sit la It and lie on It."
We have never since then referred to
that quarrel. But although this Is the
case, I know that home has never seemed
like home to either of us, because of that
day when my wtfe's harsh Judgment and
lack 'of taste crushed my hopes and plans
of pleasing her.
The Whiney Woman
By ADA PATTERSOX.
"Ten her I'm out," anapped the busy
editor. Then, looking up In half apology
for the conventional fib, for he la at
heart an honeat man, he aald to me:
"She's euch a
whiney woman, ahe sssssaeasBsaw
gete on my
nerves."
X know that wo
man. She Is one
of the kind of per
sons we respect,
but awotd. Bhe Is
honeat, earnest,
energetic self-denying,
but the edi
tor Is right. Bhe
whines. Where
fore was ahe cut
off from a base of
aupply of what
ahe needed, money.
The editor la a
purchaser of ideas
and of stories. She had plenty of both.
But her methods of presentation of her
wares Is unpleaaant to him. Busy, anx
ious, hard pressed, he preferred to buy
of one who turned upon him a brave
countenance, and who spoke crisply,
briefly and "got out". The art of "get
ting out" when you hane finished is one
highly rated in aa office.
am sorry for the woman. It was an
unjust stand. The editor should have or
dered personal preference to the rear and
kept them there. You're quite right, only
we live In a world In which unfortunately
wrong still flourishes. Injustices still
exist. We find them growing thickest
perhaps la what we give the vagne name,
but that has an Immense significance to
us all, "business down town." The mll
lenlura Is not liable to overtake us In thla
generation.
And yet, I find myself declining Invita
tions from that woman. Invttatlona for
dinner, for the theater, for a drive. And
for no ether nor better reason than that
ahe whines. Once I aald something
cruelly about her. "I always feel Ilka
running away from her. She has a voice
like a rat caught In a trap." I was Sorry
about the ajeech after ona who know me
had told me of her life story. It la true
that It was dotted with vicissitudes. And
yet I know a woman who has met even
more and whoae voloe has the ling of
courage.
One of these women talks with her
head bent aa though ahe were afraid
stones might he thrown at her. The other
walks with her bead high and her eyes
steady, aa though ahe defied fatal Tha
one woman la a downpour of dlaoourago
mant. The other a well of oourage.
One thing It never paya to do ia .to
whine. It ia a good Investment to laugh.
Laughter ia a dividend paying bond. So
la a light atep. Bo ia a cheerful amUe.
For these tKt confidence nd success,
any financier you know will tell you, la
bullded upon confidence.
The person who whines confesses her
self beaten, and a large part of the
world is still oruel to the beaten. If you
are unsuccessful. If you haven't received
the recognition you merit, if your em
ployer shows signs of longing for your
successor, don't tell it. The persona who
surround ua in our bualnssa Uvea are
buay about their own affairs. That
makes them thoughtful of others. If
you tell them you - are a failure they
will not atop to analyae. They will take
for granted that whet you aay of your
self la true. And they will remember
that Indigo mood of yours long after
you have forgotten It.
Tell your troubles to your pillow and
to the four walla of your room. They
are the only confidants who can be
trusted.
Everyone facea some conditions he
wishes were otherwise. Everyone has
, at moat times a tooth of disappointment
gnawing at his heart. There is a big "If
that la the aupreme obstavle to every
thing. The conditions of life are much
the same for us all. Trouble there la
el way e and will be until the work In the
far future becomes a vast harmony. It
la only the form or flavor of trouble
that differs.
But there is a difference In people.
There are whlners and non-whlnera.
Don't whine.
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but the better the spices, the easier it ia. That why
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