MY HUSBAND LOVES ME.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXI, Issue 3167, 15 June 1931, Page 7

MY HUSBAND LOVES ME.

By Dorothy.

There is an age-old attraction in woman that holds good still. The same attribute that attracts my husoand to-day attracted Adam to Eve in the garden of Eden in the year One. We may give it a new name; we classify it as sex appeal, disguise it in all manner of new clothes, and dish it up as an entirely new emotion. But, in reality, it Is an old one —the very oldest of all.

When our sex broke loose after the war, trespased upon men's jobs, aped men's clothes, cut their hair a great deal too short and adopted a swagger ing pose, they forgot that in so doing they sacrificed their most - potent charm.

No man really admires the mannish woman. The very young man may pretend an admiration because he believes it to be significant of modernity But he does not really feel it. His idea of a charmer is the pretty little thing with full skirts, a rose of a face and soft fluffy hair. If I started bossing my husband about he would not love me any more It would give him an inferiority complex. He would feel himself dither, and the strong prop would develop dry-rot* He would no longer see himself as the bulwark of my life, and there is no man on earth who does not like to figure as the bulwark in somebody's life. My husband loves me because w«* are careful to proportion our lives properly, and I take care not to step out of my niche. The wife who wants to do everything, and the one who wants to do nothing, are both literally asking for trouble. When we married, we decided that he should have bis career and that 1 should have •mine. We were each to respect the other's work and not to grumble about it.

My husband loves me because I have taken care to put the best of myself into my marriage, and because I have fought desperately not to allow it to verge into sheer monotony. This is very difficult in any marriage. Tou become used to each other Habits encompass you. It is an eternal fight to break the routine. If I allowed monotony to creep in, it would slowly alter the quality of our our affection. Love deserves care. It needs wise handling. It is the people who will not take the trouble to preserve it who lose it

We have clung to glamor, and we have determined not to let it escape us.

My husband loves me because I still appreciate the hours that I spend alone in his company. I still prefer being with him to being with anybody else in the world. I have managed to grow far fonder of him with the years,- and still treat him as a lover. It is the "lover" attitude towards marriage that keeps it glamorous. It holds your husband closer than all the nagging and insistence in the world, and it is so very much worth while. My husband loves me because he is one of those people bora with a vast store of appreciation, and he always looks for the emotion that he can really appreciate and glosses over my faults. I owe him a very deep debt of gratitude. To be loved is the most exquisite experience in life. Too many of us limit it to our engaged days, and then allow all the little mediocrities of living to trespass out of place and encroach upon our love.

We allow marriage to become too ordinary, and this is not the fault of conditions so much as temperaments. Conditions may aggravate us, but they can be fought. Little bouses can be made sweet, do mestic work (I admit it is the most wearying in the world) can be got through in the hours when he is away, so that the hours when be is at home are exquisite.

We are, in the main, unfair to marriage. We think anything will do when we have got used to each other.