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Show ILOVE and MARRIED LIFE! totj. the noted author. j i Idah MSGlcme CEibson g WfSQM aiu-2 mex gullibll:? &aH For a. ,0"e while I Bat there cnvcl- jsSWBH I oped hi unhappy thoughts. Suddenly RjSgH I became conscious that the whistling WHI had stopped in the bathroom and I rajsH knew that John was shaving. Then BHIH came a voice In happier toncn than BH those he used before going- to Ills HBH lmth. "Kathcrlne, will you please 9H open my grip nnd bring me u silk BHH nhlrt, collar and my brown tic?" IHWH j hastened to do this and thrust it In the door. As I did so I caught a glimpse of myself In the long mirror at tho other end of the room. I did look very forlorn. I decided I would try to make myself a little more pre-1 rentable. In my wardrobe was a now und very good looking black and k white maternity gown which I had St jt1' never worn. I went In to my dressing t " room and closed the door Just as 1 heard John commence 10 whistle again. Before J had finished he came out into the other room and called mo. I knew by his voice that he was perfectly perfect-ly happy and at peace with all the world. Comfortable in Mind. I wonder if other married women; have found that husbands have a way of making themselves perfectly comfortable com-fortable In their minds when they have made their bodies comfortable. John can go to his bath In a very nasty frame of mind and come out a perfect angel. That is, if he doesn't drop his collar button under tho chiffonier chif-fonier and Is .able immediately to find j the' tic he wants. I i Since I have been married I have) been very careful to see that John's clothes are laid away in perfect order in his bureau drawers, and yet when he is where I am he never fails to say to me: "Kathcriue, where did you, put my shirta?" or whatever else he may be wanting to wear. It seems, to be easier for him to ask me that; question than to use his brain a little anil remember where they always arc. i "Knthorinc, Kathcrlne, where are youv7" lie called. , . "I'm In my dressing room for a mo-' ' .r- ment," 1 answered. J.ohn came rushing to the door. I! was very glad L had locked it because! 1 do want privacy when I am dressing, . something which John can never irh-1 derstand. I have always believed that a woman never should disclose all her toilet secrets to any one, least of all 1 her husband. i I have had men remark to me on I tho glorious color which their wives') complexions always displayed. Know-; ing that the color was rouge I under-' stood immediately that that man's iwlfe was clever enough to use rougo fall the time and use it secretly. 1 have ,had other men call attention to the glorious tints In their wives' hair, when to a woman -who know the fine points of beautifying it was henna Instead In-stead of nature's .bronze. To myself I saJd "smart woman," Instead of "beautiful hair." ! Men Gullible Creatures. Men are the most gullible creatures when It conies to beauty. They think !.they admire beauty in a woman, but whut they really admire is charm.' They nover stop to think that If a woman ban a beautiful complexion 'that It might be more or less doctored provided her smile seems sincere and flattering. They will write sonnets to their sweetheart's eyebrows that have cost "sweetheart" almost as much pain as a surgical operation In shaping shap-ing them. They will speak of crlm-non crlm-non Hps and beg for a kiss while the 'woman feara to grant the request lest she leave tho shape of those Hps upon , the face of her lover. I expect all these thoughts are what a man calls "catty" and J presume1 (they really arc. so. T know It was only , when I began to look ugly myself that I began to have thcrti. However, after I donning my black and white negligee 'and tying a, broad green ribbon about my naturally red hair I felt as though! II were looking better. In fact, I was 'a little ashamed that I had gone to meet John without paying more at- tention to my appearance. i j "My, but you're good to look at!", exclaimed John as I opened the door. I "1 can return the compllmeiH." I answered with perfect truth, for John j was almost ideal as far as physique, and face were concerned. He came' toward me and for the first time since I had seen him took me in his arms and kissed me. And then I realized I how much ho was Influenced by phys-l leal attraction. I was very glad that! I had decided to stay away from himj ,down here In the country until after the baby was born. He seemed to be thinking about tho tame thing, for he said, "Well, are you going home with me?" Better to Stay Here.'' , "No." 1 answered, "I think it is. better bet-ter for me to stay down here." "Well, I'm sorry for I will have to go back tonight, girl." The name "girl" made me very happy, for it was the first time John had used it to me In many months. His next question, however, dispelled dis-pelled my happiness and I was sure I was going to have a disagreeable, Quarter of an hour. j Tomorrow Where Friendship Ceases. |