or marriage tells the story of three
sisters Grace, Clara and Mary all
married, all over 30, and all bitten by
the disillusion which is the curse of
Clara reaches her second blooming
and reenws her waning interest in
life and her husbandbygoing in for
politics. Mary drugs her rising dis
content by having cMld after child
and achieves a sort of vegetable hap
piness. Grace slender, green-eyed
Grace, with hair like autumn leaves
nlunses into a stormv nassion for
Enoch Fenor,, forgets her marriage.
i vuws, xiaa iour years 01 nery won
der, and then, unscathed of the world,
lapses into domesticity again.
"There's hope for everybody
even for wives," is the last senterice
in the book.
Every wife will be interested in it
But every wife who thinks will ask
herself after she -gets through:
"Why have a second blooming and
stop there? If it is permissible for
the heart to flower a second time,
why not a thircl, a fourth, a. fiftieth?
And, if we admit that, what becomes
of monogamy-f-the fcorner stofte of
progress and civilization? What be
comes of love itself, for there can be
no love with promiscuity."
We all know that it is possible for
the heart to flower a second time.
Anybody who gardens knows that
roses yield their most bountiful
beauty, and hearts, like roses, may
yield September flowers. There are
ever-blooming roses. There are ever
I personally do not believe that it
!. j.oiule for this second blooming
of the heart to equal its first riotous
flowering. La Rochefoucauld, the
wittiest of Frenchmen, said: "In her
first passion, woman loves her lover.
In the others all she loves Is Love."
In its moral aspect the second
blooming of the married is inde
fensible. Sometimes a rose partic
ularly a RAMBLER rose will draw
all its sustenance from one garden
and bend all its bloom and perfume I
over the fence to a neighbor. Yet
the man in whose garden the rose is
planted has refreshed it with a cool- ,
ing spray of water, has broken his
back keeping weeds away from it,
has fed it bone meal and other tonics,
has, in fact, done everything to make t
its life luxurious and worth while.
The married woman who loves a
man, not her husband, is just exactly
such a Rambler. She draws all her
sustenance from the garden of her
husband's love and blooms over the
back fence for some one else who
gives her neither care nor labor nor
protection and who probably would
be unwilling to give her these if he
had a chance.
When the hearts of the married
bloom over the back fence, jit is be
cause they lack PRUNING by the
shears of duty and affection. Every
heart, left to its own unregenerate
devices, sends up fugitive, ill-placed
shoots. These have to be cut off in
well-regulated gardens. And the pro
cess of pruning only makes tne flower
richer, and it keeps them where they
EFMGrtAMS FROM "THE, SECOND
BLOOMING," BY W. L. GEORGE
Love between the sexes is based
on mutual ignorance.
I want women to be free. Today
they are lawless because they have
never had any share in making the -law.
One does not love forever. There .
are moments in one's life when an
other creature can creep quite close. -Then
one changes, one grows up.
The creature that has kept so close -no
longer gives warmth, and it is J
Men and women are tied together
like coupled fowls sent to market '
that tear at each other to get free.
They must take their meals together, '
each one eat food the other likes, arid
call that self-sacrifice. I call it mu- """
People who've quarrelled half an
hour before sleep by each otherfs J"
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