hat she has
the same right to his cash that he has, although he may be boasting to
outsiders of her superior management in matters of economy. He feels
that he is the natural guardian of the money, as he makes it; that he has
a little more right to it than has his wife, and that he must protect it
and dole it out to her.

What disagreeable experiences, unfortunate bickerings, misunderstandings
and family prejudice could be avoided if newly-married women would insist
upon having a certain proportion of the income set aside for the
maintenance of the home and for their own personal needs, without the
censorship of their husbands and without being obliged to give an
itemized account of their expenditures!

It is a rare thing to find a man who does not waste ten times as much
money on foolish things as does his wife, and yet he would make ten times
the talk about his wife's one-tenth foolishness as his own ten-tenths.

On the other hand, thousands of women, starving for affection, protest
against their husband's efforts to substitute money for it--to satisfy
their cravings, their heart-hunger, with the things that money can buy.

It is an insult to womanhood to try to satisfy her nature with material
things, while the affections are famishing for genuine sympathy and love,
for social life, for contact with the great, throbbing world outside.
Women do admire beautiful things; but there is something they admire
infinitely more. Luxuries do not come first in any real woman's desires.
She prefers poverty with love to luxury with an indifferent or loveless
husband.

How gladly would these women whose affections are blighted by cold
indifference or the unfaithfulness of their husbands, exchange their
liberal allowance, their luxuries, for genuine sympathy and affection!

One of the most pathetic spectacles in American life is that of the
faded, outgrown wife, standing helpless in the shadow of her husband's
prosperity and power, having sacrificed her youth, beauty, and
ambition--nearly everything that the feminine mind holds dear--to enable
an indifferent, selfish, brutish husband to get a start in the world.

It does not matter that in her unselfish effort to help him she burned up
much of her attractiveness over the cooking stove; that she lost more of
it at the washtub, in scrubbing and cleaning, and rearing and caring for
their children during the slavery of her early married life; it does not
matter how much she suf