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They are the complaints of wives,
protests of women who are helpless
because they are without hope. And
I wish that these were the first of
their kind I had ever received.
One letter is the naive confession
of a young woman who does not
seem to realize that her marriage
license was, to her husband, the same
thing as a deed of property.
"My husband is 15 years my senior,
and I am 23," writes a lonely wife.
"We have been married five years,
but have no children, only a hand
some home. And my husband is al
ways kind and good, but
"I think I am neglected!
"He stays out every night until aft
er 12, and sometimes later. His work
keeps him until 8. No, he doesn't
come home intoxicated no, never
but, at 1 or 2 in the morning, he ex
pects me to get up and fix a little
lunch for him and to talk pleasantly.
"He doesn't like me to go out in the
evening; says it's not proper for a wo
man to be out evenings alone; still
he never takes -me out.
"He makes an enormous salary,
$400 a month, and he gives me all I
can possibly want in the way of
clothes and fine food.
"He doesn't like me to have any
company; he says women all talk too
"He forgets that he has a home,
until he wants a place to rest. Please
don't think that I am cross. If I was,
he'd stay away until I got over it. Can
you tell me how to solve this prob
lem: " 'How can I make him come
The writer, being only 23, cannot
be supposed to know that a woman
cannot teach a man close to 40 any
thing! He has arrived at the most force
ful period of his life, probably. The
world, and its affairs, and the inter
ests of men hold him. Later he will
awaken to the needs of his wife as a
human being. Meantime, she would
better join the suffragists, or a bridge
.club, or study languages. She will
have time to acquire several of them
before he reforms; or perhaps she
can invent a workable theory for the
comfort and solace of neglected
The next letter is from a woman
less fortunate in material things, but
better provided for in the way of an
engrossing occupation the care of
"I am a woman married 11 years
and have one child. I do my duty in
every way that I can see. And I have
often asked my husband that if I
fail, he- must tell me in what way,"
"He does find fault with me, he
does criticize me, but he never tells
me where I fall short, nor what is the
matter. I am at my housework..or my
sewing week in and week out. I never
can take the child or go to a picture
show. Even on Saturday if I go down
town to look around, I never hear the
end of it.
"But my husband never gets home
one night in a month before 7, though
his work is done at -half past 5. I
would never dare say anything about
it, though. As it is, I live through his
moods, moods, moods, as best I can.
Don't you think it would be sensible
for me to take my child and leave
him? Eleven years more of this would
drive any woman crazy.
"Please tell me what to do."
Society, with the entire approval
and co-operation of woman, has so
long protected man in his sins by a
cover of silence, that it is considered
hardly polite to speak of such a dis
agreeable incident as wife-beating.
CAUSE FOR PALLOR
"George, I want to see that letter."
"What letter, dear.?"
"That one you just opened. I know
by the handwriting it is from a wo-
man, and you turned pale when you
read it Hand it here, sir!"
"Here it is, dear. It is from your