WOMAN'S WOULD

Taranaki Daily News, Volume XXXXV, Issue 11, 14 January 1903, Page 4

WOMAN'S WOULD

WHAT is A HAPPY i.'AKRTAGK r, It sur«.ly is that ono where both parties! are h-lT)*. '*ciuse no-h l<v-.: truly and un.«el;i>'ii!y- They realise io its and fulk-st extent lint t'.sey lwvu t".ken each other as life {partners, so th.-i 1 : thfch joys and pleasures m-'ij' he shared —ay ! and Tx-tter still, their s"i-ro7»s ai.u anxie ties, tco, which their cmibiued sympathy does mu.h to lessen and soften. Thero i<= no difl'overce of equality be tween the husband and wife of a happy marriase. To their way or thi-'king both are equal, aud they therefore consult the comforts aud tastes of each other, practise mutual forbearance, and never dream of doubting the affection of one another, and thus harmoniously, happily, and trdstfully walk hand-in-hand along life's sometimes rough and stony nay. Such a marriage is, without doubt, what Nature first ordained, and when it exists is found to be a wise, healthy, and happy one.

THE RIFT IN THE LUTE. Lovers' quarrels generally arise from the merest trifles. In about nine cases out of ten neither side could tell you how it came about. There was a misunderstanding, a worl taken amiss, a look that was misintetpreted. Then, hey presto ! the bogles sound, each side is flying to battle, and there may be wounds many any grievous before arms are laid down once more. Some old writers used to say that the quarrels of lovers were the renewing of love. There is no truth in it. It may be that when the people make up after a quarrel they are more loving to each other for a time by wuy of atonement, but there is never again the same sense of trust and sincerity in each other's love.

CONSOLATION FOR UGLY MEN. There seems to be no limit to the ugliness which a man may possess without in any way ruining his chances of getting a woman to love him. It is not pity alone which mo\es a girl to marry an unattractive man. She chiefly adnvres him for his strength, physical and moral She has not much bodily strength herself, and so it seems to her the most beautiful thing in the world. A woman admires determination in a man. Tint is why persistence wins her in the end. She herself in conscious of a tendency to give up a ma'ter in which she is thwarted. She thinks a man who can never fight so hard as when ho is being beaten is a creature to command her wondering admiration and her adoration

STYLISH GIRLS UIN HUSBANDS. Men who are looking for wives are growing more ciutious daily. The maiden of to-day must be careful if sho would wear orange blossoms. Peculiar mannerisms are fatal to a girl. Giggling simply maddens some men. One girl missed becoming the w'fe of a millioriaire becm.se she tittered. " fi 'akin« eyes. ' as it is died, ii seldom a binding fascination to the wlfo-seeker. Vanily is inherent in both sexes Men usually have a goodly share The sir' who can find out the vulnerable spot of the eligible, and skilfully flitter thereupon, has covered the first ground towards the goal. Tho tailor made maiden is beloved of all well-bred men. The more quietly but stylishly the girl is gowned, the greater admiration she will receive from Mr Man. Moreover, Bhe must wear good shoes. The voice is a powerful aid to girls who would win to themselves much admiration. Loud-voiced women are never so enthralling as to having a low-timbred tone. Show your fiance he holds your heart, bat, if you would hold his, don't take the general public into your confidence.

HOW DO I LOVE THEE ? How do T love thee ? Let me count the ways: I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Host quite need, by sun and candle light, I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. y I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith, I love thee with a love I seemed to lose HVith my lost saints. I love thee with the breadth, Smiles, 'tears, of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. —Elizabeth Bbownikg.