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among -all thewpmen a mandmires
from the first reader to the- grave.'
His heart may not.be. true to Poll,
but it's always true to type the
type, blonde or brunette, lean or
large, which coincides with his spe
cial notions of beauty.
If he begins by admiring" a little
snub-nosed girl, with ringlets falling
over her face, be sure that his ulti
mate goddess will also bear a marked
likeness to;a King Qharles spaniel.
If at 18 rhe admires her large and
rosy, at 80 he will still admire large
ness and rosiness.
And I think a similar family re
semblance may be detected between
all the men that a woman love's or
admires in the course of her lifetime.
That' is one of the many reasons
why love that rests only on physical
attractiveness cannot last No mat
ter how much a young man may ad-
:mire-brown eyes, and rosy lips, they
are far too plentiful for one woman to
b.e'aple to' 'hold him by such charms
alone. Eyes that are brighter, hps
that are rosier will always allure him
if that is all his love, amounts to.
Love strikes his highest note at
marriage. He cannot sustain it any
more than a great singer can hold
high G- forever. To expecj; a wife,
after longf years of commonplace
cdmfadeship, to retain the first ardor
of the honeymoon is like asking Tet
razzini to, sing only and always above
To hope that a man, after years
of mowing the front lawn, walking
the baby and censoring the butcher's
bill, will still comport himself like
Romeo under Juliet's .balcony, is ask
ing the sun of love to stand still in ;
the sky. And in love there are not
there never have been-rany Joshuas!
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
THE OLD WIFE'S. TALE
"Uncle jjohh is still alive," said
Dick as we hurried up to the house
late that night, in, a taxicab.- '
There were1 no flowers or. crepe on
the door and the bell pealed loudly as
we stood;waiting.,The door was open
ed, exidentiy by a neighbor.
"How is Uncle John?-" asked Dick
"He is still breathing," answered
the woman solemnly from behind her
handkerchief, which" she held folded
up to her mouth.
I wonder, why it is that almost ev
eryone,, when in the presence of
death, always puts his, open hand up
to his mouth as though he, too, were
trying to stop the breath of life which
was coming cold with terror through
Poor little Aunt Mary, looking piti
fully old and grief stricken, came to
greet us, and my eyes over-run with
tears as I gathered her in my strong,
young arms as if she were a child.
"I am so glad you have come, Mar
gie," she said. Her eyes were dry
and her voicemodulated to. conven
tional tones, even though I could see
that she was almost at the epd of her
strength. , 1
"John seemed to think that he
must leave me in the care: of some
one, and I think he has held on to life
with grim determination until you
and pick came' '
"Well; JjearAunt Mary," said Dick
as he too put his arms about her,
"Margie arid ITT take" cafeTbf ou
always." f '.
She glanced at him. gratefully as
she led the way into -the room.were
Uncle John lay. . ' T '
. He j looked iap , and an j unearthly
smile illumined his face. With a great
effort he heldrout his' hand 'and' Dick
"Father was not able to come, Un
cle John," explained' Dick.
His uncle, deemed ,tp feel that he
had only time for the message he had
to 'deliver, and so he paid little atten
tion to the absence -of his brother.
"I am glad you've come, Dick," he