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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
I HATE TO ALWAYS BE THE MENTOR
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Aunt Mary came -into the room
just as Dick, Mollie andwere hotly
discussing sex in business theory, and
silently by mutual consent we all
changed the subject.
There is more truth than one real
izes in that old joke about the story
no respecting girl would allow her
grandmother to read or see the play
to which no well-brought-up daugh
ter would take her mother.
We of this generation discuss mat
ters openly with both men and wom
en of our own age that would mdke
us very uncomfortable if we had to
talk about them to our blushing, fe
male relatives of former generation.
Our grandfathers kept their women
innocent, and even today I occasion
ally run across a man who says: "My
wife is so innocent She knows noth
ing of the nature of man nor of the
evil that is in the world but that of
which I tell her."
He is very apt to boast of this, but
I notice he is usually the man who
stays longest beside the cleverest and
most sophisticated woman in the
room whenever he and his drab lit
tle wife are invited out.
I said something of this kind to Jim
Edie the other night and he answer
ed: "That is perfectly natural. A
man likes to talk to a clever woman.
He likes to have his brain stimulated
by her brilliancy once in a while, but,
Lord love you, my dear, can't you see
that, after a man has been all day
with his mind working at 100 per
cent pressure, he doesn't want to
spend the rest of his waking hours
discussing either household finances
or philosophies of living.
"No, Margie, whatever a man may
fall in love with a girl for, he wants
his wife just for one thing his own
special comfort, like his dressing
gown or his old slippers. Oh, I know
men don't usually admit this, even
to themselves, especially while they
are getting into evening clothes to
take the 'other' woman to dine at
some Bohemian cafe. They like the
cafe, the light, the music, the noise
of the popping corks and the general
atmosphere which insiduously whisp
ers that they are still young, still in
the game, but in the long run it is the
dressing gown and slippers that ap
peals to them longest, if not most.
"The reason I don't get married is
because the dressing gown and slip
pers kind of woman is hard to find
nowadays. Every once in a while I
think I have found one, and then all
at once she breaks out into a tirade
on the rights of women, the latest
problem novel or some other subject
that tells me that she would bore me
to death if I should marry her."
"Jim, you are not only an incor
rigible, old misogamist, but you are
selfishness personified," I said to him.
"By good rights, I should cut your ac
quaintance, for the honor of my sex.
"By the way, what are you linger
ing around here for. Surely you do
not think I am one of those 'comfort
able wives' that may be likened to
old shoes and warm smoking
"Not on your life. Ill bet you have
given Dick many an uncomfortable
half-hour when you have demanded
explanations, but almost thou per
suadest me that, after all, there might
be a woman who would make me for
get my comfortable ideal."
"Don't jolly, Jim," I said, rather im
patiently. "It always riles me to have
a man think he must flatter me."
I wonder if I have made Dick weary
at times, and is it my duty to always
save his feelings at the expense of my
own? I, too, get tired of always be
ing the mentor and the moralist I'd
like to let' myself go and just live for
the present "take the good the gods
provide," but if I did
If any wife WA that always what
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