ON LOVERS AND HUSBANDS

Evening Star, Issue 14932, 19 July 1912, Page 9

ON LOVERS AND HUSBANDS

When a. woman wants to cry the devil himself can't stop her.--'Tho Spell of the Lotus,' by D. IT. Dennis. The thing that a woman demands most of love is that she may prove it.—'The Prelude to Adventure,' by Hugh Walpole. It is not what a woman do-as, but what she is. that a man and finds lovable. —'The Second Woman,' by Norma Lorimcr. No man despairs when a woman admits that she is half afraid of his influence.— lip to Perrin's,' by Margaret B. Cross. Girls vrelcome iove or hatred, but indifference is a sin which they will never forgive.—' Streams of Music, of Purity, and of Love.' A house always hae a more finished look when there's a "man round it, even if you only hang up his hat in the hail.—' Dickie Dilver,' by G. B. Burgin. Whan a woman is in lovo she always regards every pair of lovers with the eagerly critical eye of one who knows. —' Barter,' by G. de S. Wentworth-Jones. The modern woman has learned that the thirties, properly led up to, are tho years of a supremo fascination. ' Golightlys : Father and Son,' by Laurence North. A man's business is to specialise on the woman ho loves and study her._ If ho really loves her, that will keep busy for the rest of his life.—' Dickie Dilver,' by G. B. Burgin. Young women, knowing little of love, lovo their lovers. Older and more eophisticatcd women, knowing more about lovers, love love. —' The Woman Hunter,' by Arabella Kenealy. It is always bettor to conciliate the female sex. A kind word to a woman is like apples to a guinea-pig or nuts to a parrot; it induces plen-sii.ro and a. willingness to serve.—'The Bride of Love,' by Kate Horn. The really agreeable husband must be a person who Lakes you for better for worse, and shrugs his shoulders and loves you all the same, and doesn't care twopence threefarthings about your ideas, W't- never forgets that you take sugar in your early morning tea,, and never has cold hands when he does up your blouse for you.— 'Up to Ferrin's,' by Margaret B. Cross.