fered during those terrible years of poverty and
privation. Just as soon as the selfish husband begins to get prosperous,
finds that he is succeeding, feels his power, he often begins to be
ashamed of the woman who has given up everything to make his success
possible.

It is a sad thing to see any human being whose life is blighted by the
lack of love; but it is doubly pathetic to see a woman who has given
everything to the man she loved and who gets in return only her board and
clothes and an allowance, great or small.

Some men seem to think that the precept, "Man does not live by bread
alone," was not meant to include woman. They can not understand why she
should not be happy and contented if she has a comfortable home and
plenty to eat and wear. They would be surprised to learn that many a
wife would gladly give up luxuries and live on bread and water, if she
could only have her husband's sympathy in her aspirations, his help and
encouragement in the unfolding of her stifled talents.

I know a very able, promising young man who says that if he had had a
rich father he never would have developed his creative power; that his
ambition would have been strangled; that it was the desperate struggle to
make a place for himself in the world that developed the real man in him.

This young man married a poor girl who had managed by the hardest kind of
work and sacrifice to pay her way through college. She had just begun to
develop her power, to feel her wings, when her husband caged her in his
home, took away her highest incentive for self-development. He said that
a man who could not support a wife without her working had no business to
marry. He dressed his wife like a queen; gave her horses and carriages
and servants. But all the time he was discouraging her from developing
her self-reliance, taking away all motives for cultivating her
resourcefulness and originality.

At first the wife was very eager to work. Her ambition rebelled against
the gilded chains by which she was bound. She was restless, nervous, and
longed to use her powers to do something for herself and the world.

But her husband did not believe in a woman doing the things she wished to
do. He wanted his wife to look pretty and fresh when he returned from
his business at night; to keep young and to shine in society. He was
proud of her beauty and vivacity. He thought he loved her, but it was a
selfish love, for real love has a tender regard