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Before You Marry, Son, be Sure That You Are ‘ Fitted for Marriage, That You Can Fin- ance it Adequately and Are Ready to Settle Down -— Then Pl¢l< Qllt the Girl Who Fills the Bill, But Consider Well the Cost

A young mm asks if I will give ten rules for the guidance of bride- grooms.

won, ma, before you marry have a heart-to-heart session with yourself and make sure that you are good hushlnd material. There are plenty of men who, in mmy to women, should never marry because they "e preordained and foredestined to make any woman miserable who ties up with them.

‘There are nanny men who can no more be domesticated than a wild eagle and to whom any home will be a cage and any wife a illlef- 5W1! as these should retain their freedom and remain bachelors and not doom some luckless girl to o. lifetime of hard 1nd vain labor in trying to thine them and teach them to eat out of her hand.

There are men who are born philsnderers and whom no woman could hold though she had the beauty of a movie star and the snappy comebacks of a night-club hostess and was as expert a salve-spreader as a gold-digger. Them are men who are congenital jciners and whose interests are always in their lodges instead of their homes and whose idea of s home is a place to give away from as soon as they have had their dinners. There are wandering men who cannot endure to stay put. There are men who drink too much. Men who spend all their

money in gambling. Men who are selfish and want the best of every. thing.

If you belong tosny of these types, don't get married, no matter how willing the girl is to take a chance on you. Marriage doesn't change a man's nature or desires. You will want to do the same things after marriage that you did before, only more so because they will be forbidden pleasure and therefore enhanced in desirability. Anyway, marriage is no refornistory and you have no right to ask a woman to invest her all in on enterprise in which she is bound to lose out. .

sewnd- 13°!“ mm’! “Hill you are 800d and ready. Don't marry until you are old enough to have your tastes snd habits formed and to know what you want in a wife. Most of the marriages that tum out badly were entered into by boys who mistook calf love for the real thing, and when they were grown up discovered that they had lost their tastes for the women to whom they were united just as much as they had lost their relish for all-day-suckers.

Don't marry until you have had your playtime and are ready to settle down. You haven't any right to take n girl from a happy home, where she has companionship and dates who are ready to take her- out find 81W! he!‘ 8 800d “m9 “d dumb her down in a flat and go oiI and leave her to spend the evening by her lonesome. As long as you want to step out every night and frisk around with the flappers, keep out of matrimony and thereby save some innocent girl from spending he;- even- ins in Jealousy and tears .snd wondering why she married you.

‘Iihird. Don't marry until you have the It doesn't have to be platinum set with jewels. It doesn't even have m be solid gold. It may be the humblest and cheapest sort or anon; bu; it has to be a talisman strong enough to protect the hand of the girl you put it on from want. Don't be fooled by the old slogan about love is enaush to marry on love Isn't less! tender with butchers and bak-

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live on in reasonable comfort or else your marriage will go bloocy.

Marriage is a. business as well as a sentimental enterprise and-its success depends upon its being adequately nuanced. No man and woman can be happy no matter how much they love each other, if they are nua- gry and cold and shabby and tormented by bill-collectors. Indeed, under such circumstancw they would be more than human if they did not ln- i dulge in crL..inations and recriminations and the wife blame the husband for having dragged her down to poverty and the husband reproach the v wife for having stood in the way of his advancement,

Fourth. Decide before marriage what kind of wife you want and need. Don't marry a girl because she is one thing and then be dissat- isfied with her after you get her because she isn't something w dif- ferent. "--~'t pick out a girl because she is balm to the eyes Ind looks like a fashion plate and expect her to turn into a good cook and k and penny-pincher as soon as you get her home.

If you are an intelligent young man, fond of discussing the higher things of life, don't marry s moron who never got through the fourth grade at school Just because she has eyes that look like violets drenched in dew. If you are a poor boy and anxious to get on in the world, don't marry a spoiled girl whose parents have ‘.. ,.. diessed her beyond their means.

If you are an intelligent man and want a wife who will be s real companion to you, pick her out by the brains inside of her head instead of the permanent wave that is on the outside. If you are a quiet man with domestic tastes, don't choose a wild woman who drinks and smokes and swears and pets, and whose idea of life is making a Peflletual whoopee. Marriage doesn't work any miracles in a woman. It just develops whatever she is to the ‘nth degree, so when you go shopping for a wife know what you want beforehand.

Fifth. Accustom yourself to the fact that marriage is one of the most expensive luxuries in which a man can indulge. Then you won't be so horrified when you discover that there is no truth in the old fic- tion that two can live asoheaply as one, and you will be prepared for the discovery that a woman can't wave s magic wand and conjure beef- steaks and ‘green vegetables and rent receipts out of the ether.

Get some married man to let you look over his bills. Bills for shoes and food and clothes and gas and electricity and beauty shops and doc- tors; bills for everything under the sun, and if you feel that you would rather spend your money on paying for Sally's manlcdres and new hats and the baby's milk than you would on buying yourself glad raiment and playing in golf tournaments, you may know that you are one of the men whom heaven has sent as the answer to a maidcnk prayer.‘

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some imconscioiis instinct of re- ticence deep within her forbade the mention of Blalse Tormarlnk name.

(Continued)

“Jean, you're so much one of ns, now, that I should like you to know what lies at the back of things. You'd understand-some of us—bettei'." Jean turned impulsively. "I don't need to understand you," she said quickly “I love you."

"Thank you, my dear." Lady Anne's voice trembled slightly. "If I were not sure of that, I shouldn't tell you what I am going to. But I want you to understand Blaise- arid to make allowsncm for him, if you can." Jean pulled forward a stool and settled herself at Lady Anne's feet. "Do you mean about the ‘mark of the beast'?" she asked, smiling a little. "Blaise told me to ask you about it one day." “Did he? He thinks far too much about it and what it stands for"- sadly. “It has come to be almost a symbol in his eyes. You see, he too has suffered from the family failing—-the very falling that was responsible for that white lock of hsr." "Tell me about it." “Well, there's no need for me to tel! you that the I'm-marine have hot tempers! You've seen evidence of it in Bless-that sudden flam- ing np of anger. Though he has learnt through one most bitter ex- perience to hold himself more or loss in check." She plused a nio- ment, as if her thoughts had revert- ed painfully to the past. Presently shc resumed: "M! the Tormarin men have had it-thst biasing. im- controllable kind of temper which simply cannot brook oppostlon. Blake's father had it, and it was that which made our life together so unhappy." So Destiny had been busy with her snuffers here, also! “You-you, too!" whispered Jean. "I, too?" Lady Anne questioned. “What does that mean?"

Why, it seem to me as if no one is ever allowed to be really happy and live their life in peace! There

“I expect we are not meant to be joyful," sad Lady Anne. "Though, after all, it's largely our own fault if we are not. We make or mar each other-ls happiness; it isn't all Fate. - . . But I've had my share of happiness, Jean-never think I haven't. Afterwards, with Claude, I was utterly happy." She fell silent for s space, ceas- ing on that quiet note of happiness. Presently, almost loth to disturb the reverie info which she had fal- len, Jean questforied hesitantly: "And the ‘mark of th e beast,’ madonna? You were going to tel! me about it." "It oame as a, consequence of the Tormarln temper. That's why Blaise calls it the ‘mark of the beast’. It was just before he was born-when I was waiting for the supreme joy of holding my first-bom in my arms. Derrick-Blake's father-was an extremely jealous-natured man. l-le hated to think that there had ever been anyone besides himself who cared for me. And there was one man, in particular, of whom he had always been foolishly jeal- ous and suspicious. I can't imagine why, though"-with a. little puzzled laugh. “You would think that the mere fact that I had married him, and not the other man would have been sufficient proof that he had no cause for jealousy. But no! Men are queer creatures, and he always resented my friendship with John Iovett-ovhicli continued after my marriage. I had know John from childhood, and he was the truest friend a woman ever had!" She sighed: "Arid I needed fronds in those days! For somehow, brooding over things to himself, my husband conceived the ides that the little son who was coming was not his own child-but the child of John Iovett. I think someone must have poisoned his mind. There was s cer- tain woman of our acquaintance whom I always suspected; she hated me and was very much nt- tached to Derrick-she had wanted to marry him, I beleve. In any case, he came home one evening, from her house, lke a madman.

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and-oh, well, it wasn't love! Not

of it, because he was bitterly re- pentant afterwards. As soon as the fit of rage was past, he realised how utterly groundless his Suspic- ions had been, and I don't think he ever ceased to reproach himself. But that has always been the way! The Tormarlns have invariably brought the bitterest self-reproach upon themselvm. One way or sn- other, the same story of blind, reckless anger, and its w" wuences. has repeated itself generation after generation." "And then? What happened then?" asked Jean in low, shocked tone. - "I was very ill-so ill that they thought I should not live. But l did live, and brought my baby in- to the world. Only he was born with that white lock of hair. And my own hair had turned perfectly white." Jean was silent for a little. last she said softly: "I'm so glad, madonna, that you were happy afterwards. Your ‘house of dreams’ came true 5n the end!" “Yes”—Lady Anne's grey eyes were very bright and luminous. "My house of dreams came true." After a while, she went on quiet-

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"But my poor Blaisets house of dreams fell in ruins. The founda- tion was rotten. You knew, didn't you, that there was a. woman he once cared for?"

Jean nodded. Speech was diff!- cult to her just at that moment. "It was a miserable business al- together. The girl, Nest Freyne, was an Italian. Blalse met her when he was travelling in Italy,

love as I know it, and as I think, one day, you too will know it. It blazed up, just one of those wild in- fstus" that sometimes ‘spring

woman, and almost before ho hsd time to think, Blaise had married her-J’ _

‘fMfllTied herl"

The words leapt from Jean's lips before she could check them. In the account ofTormarinsdisastrouslove 8114111‘. which had been forced upon heir hearing in London, there had been no mention of the word mar- riage, and she had always imagin- ed thn‘ the woman, this Nesta Freyrie, had simply jiltcd him in favour of another man. Moreover, since she had been st Staple, noth- ing had been said to correct this impression, as, very naturally, the subject was one avoided by general consent.

And DOW, without warning or prepeartidn, she found herself fuse to face with the fact that Blaise had been married-that he had belonged to another woman! It seemed to set her suddenly very fsr apart from’ him, and a fierce, in- tolerable jealousy of that other woman leaped to life in her heart, racking her with an anguish that was almost physical. she was con- fused, bewildered, by the storrn of emotion which suddenly swept her whole being.

"Married her?" she repeated-with dry lips.

"Yes. Didn't you know that Blsise was s widower?"

Had Lady Anne divined the stress under which the girl was labouring that she so quickly interposed the knowledge that his wife was dead?

“No," answered Jean imstesdily.

"I didn't even know that he had been married."

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the tumult within her. She had

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ton. "I think matters were har- ried to a climax by the fact that Nestals step-sister, Margherita Va-idi, detested English people. She was much the elder of the two, and as their mother had died when Nests was born, she had practically brought the girl up. She would never have cuuntensriced the idea of her marrying an Iinglishmm, but Nesta so contrived her meetings _w!th Blaise that Margherlts was unaware of his very existence, and eventually they married without her knowledge, From that day onward, Margherits declined to hold any communication with her sister." ('I‘o Be Continued)