THE LADIES’ WORLD.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2633, 15 October 1909, Page 3

THE LADIES’ WORLD.

VACATIONS APART

“Ben and I start for our holidays next week,” said the woman who had been married ten years. ‘‘Ben’s going to the Adironacks to hunt and fish for a month, and I’m going to the south ore.” “You’ o going to spend your vacations in different places?” gasped the woman who had .been married two years. “Yes; why not? Ben is crazy about camps and hunting. 1 tnink. a camp in the woods is the height of discomfort, and the sight of a gun. spoils my vacation. 1 lovo trlio seashore j "the seaslioie bores Ben. Why should I give up what I like and pretend to enjoy things I don’t enjoy, or wl\y should he sacrifice his one good time in the year ou the altar of devotion to me? Besides,” continued the ten years’ wife, tranquilly, “alter being a wav from me for a month Ben appreciates me better.” “i’ll wager you don’t make him write to you oftener than once a week, then,’’ said the novelist, who had dropped in for tea. “No man’s iovc will stand the test of having to write a daily letter, except, of course, when lie’s in the swoethearting stage.” “When I was a young wife, laughed the white-haired woman, “I wont to stay with my parents for a fortnight, and got a most affectionate letter from Tom “every day. I returned on Saturday, and found Tcm laid up with a sprained ankle, received the Thursday before. His Thursday letter, dated at midnight of that day, began this way : ‘Darling, I’m very well, but so lonely without you that I had to take a tenmile tramp this evening, just to shake off the longing for you.” The rascal had to confess that he wrote the letters foi the week on Sunday, and gave them to hi* clerk to be mailed as the dates came.” “Didn’t you feel dreadfully?” asked the two years’ wife. “I cried then, but I’ve learned now that men aren’t to be judged by little things like that. Tom’s turned out to boa 5 good husband,” said the whitehaired woman with a peaceful smile. “I tell Ben to write to me just when he feels like it,” said Ben’s wife. “And are mad as a hornet, probably, if he doesn’t write every day,” chuckled the college graduate. “I went down to Boston with my aunt one day, and the last thine she said to Uncle was: ‘Now don’t bother to write. 1 know you’re so busy.’ Then, when no letter came next day, she was hopping; telegraphed to know what the matter was.” “But I don’t see,” said the two year’s wife, “how you and Ben can enjoy your vacation apart. Why, half our fun—-Frank’s and mine is doing things together. Even if we didn’t care for the same things originally, we’d grow to like them, because of liking to be with each other.” “Wait till you’ve been married a long time,” said the unmarried misanthrope. “Anybody’s a bore if lie or she F with you all tiie time. Husbands and wives ought io separate every now and then for a little while' on principle. Then married people wouldn’t pall on each other so.

“My husband’s such a baby, lies hoTplecs without me. That s why I never leave him,” said the 1 itt e woman in pink. “My husband gets along beautifully without me,” said the big woman in blue. “That’s why I never leave him.” Do you really believe husbands and wives can’t stand being together all the time—that they "grow to bore each other?” asked the engaged girl, wisiiidlv. “•My child,” said the spinster in the corned, “love that won’t stand the test of constant companionship isn’t love. And love that won’t stand the test of absence isn’t love. But it’s my belief that when two people are rightly mated each enjoys a thing more for the other is being there and they aren’t really eonte :if apart.” _ “Clinging vine.” said Ben’s wile. — “New York Tribune.”

A QUEEN MOTHER. “Once more I coni* (Hit from iW Quirinal with my soul full of deep emotion. I did not see a Queen; I have seen a mother.” With these words (soya the Milan correspondent of the • D.aiU Telegraph”) Signora Sofia Bisi Aibini, one of the leading educational writers of Italy, begins an article on Queen Helena in the “Magazine Pa Lettura.” “1 have always been a mother, raid the Queen to Signora Aibini. “I was first a mother to my dolls; I have loved and nursed them as living creatures. Then I was a mother to my youngest brother. When he was born my mother fell ill. and the infant was entrusted to- me. and he slept in my rooms until I married.” It was hinted that Her Ain jest v bad an uncommon knowledge of child psychology. “Because I love children,” was the reply. “I always thought that whoever i does not understand children does not love them. They and I make friends quickly. In the hospital wards I look at a child and he looks at me. and we understand each other at once. I know if he is thirsty, hungry, if lie lacks love, as many little ones do. Every day I should like to come home with, my carriage full of children.” Needless to snv after this that Queen Helena gives all her spare time to the education of her own children. The little Princes grow healthy and happy; they pass many hours every day in the beautiful Quirinal gardens, where they learn from their mother to love flowers and plants. The Crown Prince is so devoted to plants that he regards them as living beings. “A few days ago.” said the Queen, “he noticed on entering a drawingroom that a blossom lint? fallen on a sofa from an azalea ‘Oh, lor'k. mamma.’ ho exclaimed, ‘the plant has le<?t its baby!’ And he jumped up on the sofa and restored it,. Then ho ejaculated. ‘How liappv the flower will be now her baby has come back!’ ” Princess Yolanda, the eldost daughter, has sewn every day since she was six years old twelve pieces of linen for poor children. . , Carmela, an orphan girl of eleven, whom the Queen brought from ATossiim. plays every day with the Royal oTiildren. “Carmela is coming,” was little Umberto’s comment; “we must krq. rneak about melancholy things.” Hundreds of little orphans, indeed, have had the fortune to find in the Queen a compassionate foster-mother.