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Show How I Learned Not to Quarrel with My Wife I learned not to quarrol with my wife by analyzing tho cause carefully and then removing It; but this ro-nufred ro-nufred a greater risk than many men, porhaps, would caro to assume. First, let mo explain, I am of a temperamental disposition, and things sometimes annoy mo without my being conscious of just what thoy aro. Thus I discovered, after a year or so of married life, that I oftoa bjicamo Irrltablo whon In tho pre-senco pre-senco of my wlfo at homo, although jthlB fooling would leavo mo whon1 I wont out. , Later I noticed that whon I was at tho theatro or at any social affair with my wlfo my pcaco of mind -waa not disturbed. Thus I camo to tho conclusion that It was something about our homo life that jarred on my nerves, making mo Irrltablo and ready to start 'an argument on any pretense At last I discovered tho cauao. It was simply my wife's taste or, lack of It In her dress whon nt homo. My business position demanded that I make a good personal appearance, appear-ance, and particular dressing had bo-como bo-como a sort of sixth sonso with mo. Most of tho peoplo I met In business woro also careful about their appearance. ap-pearance. After associating all day with poo-ple poo-ple who always looked their best and thon going homo and finding tho wife of my bosom dressed In a faded kimono kim-ono and carpot slippers, reading a book, I would bo thrown Into a mood fit for murder. Tho light broko upon me, In ono of our many wranglos, whon frlond wlfa accused rao of having lost Intorest In her and of seeming to porfcr tho company of othor women when any happened to bo around. My natural Impulso was to deny this and llo out of It llko a gontlc-man; gontlc-man; but I know thero was somo basis for her feeling, and all at onco It camo to mo. It took mo two hours to proparo my speech, because I realized what It meant to hurt a woman's vanity. When It was ready I felt about as cheerful as If I were flicking ashes from a hot cigar Into, a barrel of dynamite At last, however, I shut my eyes and flrod both barrels. I do not know yet Just how I began; but nf-tcr nf-tcr tho start I throw away all discretion dis-cretion and told her tho wholo story. It probably hurt her moro than If I had beaten her, and It was a long timo boforo I know whether I was to bo poisoned, mado to pay alimony, or acquitted. After tho tears had stopped, stop-ped, I got my wife's sldo of tho argument, argu-ment, and In It she assumed ninety-eight ninety-eight per cent, of tho blamo and offered of-fered Just ono llttlo excuse. Sho admitted having grown caro-less, caro-less, and promised to curb her appetite ap-petite for candy and sodas and spend tho money toward keeping up her personal appearance. Thon wo figured up her exponses, and found that sho was going along on a very narrow margin; so I Increased In-creased her allowanco; and tho grand result Is a bettor mutual nu-derstandlng nu-derstandlng and a wife who has boon changed from a mero wlfo back Into In-to tho girl I used to know and ravo about. Somo men who read this will re- cognize In It a parallel to their own case, but many of them will lack the moral courage to got nway with my program. So I hopo tho wives who see It will comparo tho situation situ-ation with their own experience, and If it npplles, take it as a lesson; and when tho old man comes dragging In after a trying day's work, don't meet him with a mouthful of hairpins. hair-pins. Fix up llko you used to whon ho was courting you and father was pay Ing tho gas bill. Show hlin the girl bo used to know. Every Week. |