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Mrs. Griff en Admits to Helen that She Has Not Progressed
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There Is nothing that so disconcert
the average New Yorker as to show an
out of town visitor the eight of New
York, and then find that the vusltor Is in
no way impressed.
The stories of the
great metropolis
that drift to tlm.V-
little western towns
are so exaggerated
and highly colored
that when the vil
lager does corae on
be is disappointed.
Because whatever
he may see, he ex
pected a great deal
more.
..And'"" the New
Yorker who proudly
shows him about 18
both annoyed and
baffled at his quiet
acceptance of every
thing and his utter lack of enthusiasm
In a way Helen had something of this
experience when she took Mrs. Grlffen
to a matinee and tea a few days after
he' had called. "
But Mrs. Grlffen's lack of enthusiasm
was not because she had expected a great
deal more, but only because she was
pathetically listless and indifferent. Un
questlonally she was homesick. Her heart
was not in New York or in any of its
sights.
Helen soon discovered this, and her
ready sympathy went out to the slmpln
home-loving little woman who cared
nothing for the luxurious hotel where
her husband had chosen to stop, not for
the great shops, at which h(s wealth
enabled her to buy without limit.
She said that she had been shopping
only once, for the crowded stores and
variety of goods mer. bewildered her.
And Helen promised to go with her some
afternoon.
"James wants me to get some clothes
while I'm here, but I don't know what
to get," she admitted, pathetically.
As they left the theater, and walked
a couple of blocks to the fashionable
restaurant where Helen had thought it
would be Interesting to have tea, she
found that Mrs. Griffen was really timid
about crossing the streets. She seemed
confused by the mass of traffic and was
plainly relieved when they were safely
seated In a palm-screened corner of the
tea room.
It was a most attractive room. The
coldness of the pale green and white
decorations was softened by the pink
shaded lights and the vase of pink
carnations on each table. It was the
hour when "afternoon tea" was at its
height, and the pompous head waiters
were finding it difficult to seat all tho
people. An orchestra was playing softly
and the murmurous buzz of conversation
mingled with the music.
While Helen ordeded the tea and
toasted muffins, Mrs. Grlffen looked
around at the many richly gowneil
women who filled the tables. But there
was little interest in her gaze.
"When do you expect to return?"
asked Helen for want of somethings else
to say. ' .
"I had hoped we could start Tuesday."
nd ' there was a wistful note In her
voice. "But now James says he will
have to stay at least another week."
. "Then I'm afraid New York doesn't
appeal to you," smiled Helen, "if after
.only a week you're so anxious to get
awayr
"I think It bewilders me. I can't get
used to the rush and noise. It seems to
me that every one has worked them
selves up to a feveHsh pitch from
which they must relax the next moment,
but they never do."
"No, I suppose New Yorkers never
really do relax," mused Helen. "When
my mother was here she said It seemed
to her that every one had been delayed
somewhere and was hurrying to make
up the lost time."
"Yes. that's how It impressed me. Per
haps if I were younger I could get into
the spirit of things more, but now"
there was a quiver in her voice; "Oh,
I think I'm homesick."
"But, Mr. Griffen seems so much in
terested in the city," murmured Helen,
not knowing quite what to say.
"Oh, yes. Jaes loves the excitement.
And he is Interested in everything. I
suppose I ought to try to keep up with
things more Just for his sake. But,
somehow, I can't."
Hue hesitated a moment, and then went
on as though yielding to the impulse to
confide in some one.
"...at's another reason why I'm so
anxious to get back Beoauso James
seems farther awy from me here. At
home, while he has other Interests, still
we have the Interest of home together.
But here we haven't anything; he doesn't
tell me about the things he's doing here,
because he knows I wouldn't understand.
Oh, I wish now I hadn't always given all
my time to the home and the children.
If only I'd spent some of it keeping In
touch with things!"
"But can't you do that now?" asked
Helen eagerly. "You have so much time
and every opportunity."
Mrs. Griffen shook her head. "No, It's
too late now. I couldn t if I tried. I
haven't the incentive any more. And
he's gone too far beyond me I co.uld
never catch up. It's the money," sadly.
"If James hadn't made so much much
money, we'd be much nearer together
now. It isn't his fault. He wanted me
to go to places and do things with, him,
but I was always too busy taking care
of the house and the children. Now the
children are grown up and the house,
well we have so many servants now and
the isn't very much left for me tq do."
The suddenly realizing how much she
had said, she flushed slightly.
"I don't know why I'm saying all this.
I'm afraid it's being alone so much In
that hotel that has made me morbid."
But just here the waiter came up with
the tea, and Helen was spared a reply.
Then the conversation drifted on to
something else.
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heartache of another woman. And it was
a very different heartache from anything
she had ever known. 1
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would think had everything that wealth
and a loyal, kindly husband could give.
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husband's Interest, because he had pro
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felt pitifully helpless and alone.
Her husband had outgrown her. And
for a woman there Is no greater tragedy
tran this. A91waya It means a slow, but
an inevitable growing apart. As the
man"'s Interest broadens, the woman's
seems to grow more narrow.
Under any circumstances a woman
ages more quickly than a man, and when
he lives a vigorous, active life, and she
an Inactive one the difference is much
more marked. She will become an od
woman while he is still In his prime, with
his whole attitude towards life a youth
ful one.
And now at Helen sat opposite Mrs.
Griffen she vagqely sensed all this. She
had seen Mr. Griffen but once, and then
for only a few moments, but It had been
long eough for her to realise that In
every way except in years he was much
younger than his wife. He had the air
of the active man of affairs, while his
wife Helen looked across the table at
the plain little woman In her simple
black gown, and reullzed mora than
over the tragedy that was in her life.
And as Helen always applied everything
to herself, she began a right self-scrutiny
as to whether she was in the least
danger of drifting Into the same mistake.
Was she keeping up with Warren's
interest as muhch as she might? Did
she encourage him to talk over with her
his work? She thought with alarm of the
many evenings that, he burled himself In
his papers and hardly spoke to her.
and how, lately she had told her very
little of his plans.
When she left Mrs. Grlffen at the en
trance of the great hotel she walked
Slowly home, planning countless way
In which she would Interest herself
anew In Warren's work, and In all the
things that interested him. At any
cost she would not stand still while he
progressed. Never would she let him
outgrow her.
Telling Wives About Their Husbands;
How Suoh Tales Bring Only Misery
By DOROTHY DIX
A oprtaln woman knows a married man
whom she meets out. now and again, at
theaters and restaurants in company with
a flashy-looking girl wearing many near
diamonds, and exug-
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leroxlded hafr.
The marrlid man Is
always playing the
devoted to til
painted lady, an4
looks Idiotically
''id and flat
tered, and as if he
nuu a little too
much to drink, and
his female com
panion has about her
all of the expres
sion of the -cat that
Is about to dine upon
the panary.
Now the married
man has at home
a dear little wife and babies, and the
woman who sees him Indulging In forbid
den pleasures wants to know f If isn't
her duty to go and tell his wife.
No. A thousand times no. Blasted
and accursed be the tongue that bears
the tale of a husband's shortcomings td
hl?i wife.
What good coMld possibly come of tell
ing a woman that her husband Is In
love with another woman, or Is making
himself a fool over another woman? No
woman Is so Ignorant of life as to think
that thers Is anything that the wife can
do to better the situation. There Is no
household remedy for unfaithfulness,
There Is no known specific for keeping
wandering nusnand nailed to his own
fireside If he has a roving disposition.
Whether a wife knows where her hus
hand Is and what he Is doing, or enly
suspects It, or Is utterly deceived about it,
has no more effect on his conduct J than
When Cupid Rocks the See-Saw
Copyright, 1812, National News Ass'n-
By Nell Brinkley
As long as Cupid holds the balance the course M .true love will always run smooth!
the weather prophecies have on the
weather. We may know It Is going to
rain tomorrow, but our knowledge don't
prevent It from raining.
A wife's knowing that her husband la
flirtatious, and that while she's walking
the baby with the collo at home he la
opening, wine. for chorus girls, will not
stop him from doing it.
Neither wll her tears nor her re
proaches, because If he considered h1r
feeling In the matter he would be tread
ing the straight and narrow way Instead
of dallying on the primrose path. , v
Neither can the most jealous wife aliv
chaperon her husband every minute of,
his time, or keep him under lock and key.
Bo what possible good can come of tell
tne her of conditions that she cannot
change, and the knowledge of which cart
only bring her misery?
Suppose the wife Is really Ignorant
of her husband's sidestepping. Suppose!
she believes him when he tells her that
the reason he didn't get home until '3
o'clock in the morning was because ha
had to see a customer from Oshkosh, nr
there was some special work at the offlqo
that had to be done that . very night.
Suppose the wife Is happy and contented
In the faith that her husband Is as true
to her as she Is to him, and that she ia
the only woman b the world to him as
he Is the only man to her.
Is not that Ignorance the bliss of which'
the poet wrote? Is it the part of a friend
to shake that faith? Could anything e
erueler than to waken such a woman up
out of her dream of happiness?
For heaven's sake, for pity's Bake, Jet
her stay In her hypnotic trance as Jongr
ns she can. Let her believe In her hus'i
band as long as she can. Let her trust
him as long as she can. jc'r
Why, every day I see a woman who
has made a little tin god of a mlserabla'
little two-by-four, shallow brained, self
Ish, conceited coxscomb of a husband
Whom she worships for attributes he never.
possessed, and I would put my hand jr
the fire before I would raise a finger. to
tear down her altar. JV
Love cannot live without illusion, and
there Is no greater crime than to strip
the halo from her husband's head and
exhibit a man to his wife as he really
Nor is there any other such vandalism
ss destroying faith in her husband in a
wife's heart.
But suppose a woman does know that-
her husbund is faithless to her. Suppose
she hides the bitter secret from the
world, and puts up a brave and cour
ageous bluff of Ignorance, why call her
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nana: uo you not realize that for her
to know that the world knows her shame,,
that her friends Pity her. and that casual
acquaintances' smile at her with cynical
amusement, adds the last drop of worm
wood and gall to her cup of sorrow?.
It Is a bard thing for a woman to bear
to know that she has lost her husband s
love, that he Is weary of her, and that
he finds other woman more attructlve
but It is harder still to have it forced
home on .her that other people know it.
and that for this reason, If for no other,
inance itseir might hesitate to go to a
wife with the story of her husband's
flirtations.
There are many women who have Drida"
and strength enough to keep up a brave
face, and to stand with their backs
against the doors of their skeleton closeta
defying anybody to guess what rattling
pones are niauen within it. We might
well take off our bonnets before such gal,,
lantry, and at least pay such couragw
the tribute of our silence.
The only tangible effect of going to a
woman with the evidence nf hr him.
hand's shortcomings Is to precipitate a
family row and to be a first aid to 'di
vorce. Surely no woman who calls her
self the friend of another woman ' cafe
want to do a thing like that. Nor does
suoh a revelation tend to promote affec
tion In the unfortunate wlfes breast, for
there are none whom we hate so thor
oughly as those who tell us the things we
would rather die than hear.
There Is no possible excuse for vl
body telling a woman of her husband s
faults. If she Is Ignorant of them what
she doesn't know doesn't trouble her if
she does know It adds to her humiliation
and sorrow to realize that other people
scuu at me man sne loves. It Is not-a.
sense of duty but malice and air unchain
itapieness that prompts anybody to be'' a,
tale bearer between husband and wite;
lte Matters of Tact. ' 'i-
An article In one of the maazine hi
'The Menace of Cape Race" recalls
little story. The priest at Trepassey,
which is near the dangerous cape, was
dining with Bishop Fower of St. Johif
"How will vour people get along this
winter?" asked the bishop. ,
"Very well, my lord," was the priest's
cheerful answer, "with the help of CJort
and a few wrecks." Boston Trauscriut.