5. Love 



The night has a thousand eyes and the day but one, 

 But the light of the whole world dies with the dying sun ; 

 The mind has a thousand eyes and the heart but one; 

 But the light of the whole world dies when love is gone. 



The most perfect abiding place of love is the home. And 

 love is the constant inmate of only such homes as make a 

 strong appeal to their members. The appeal within the home 

 depends on the mother. Some time ago a lady from the 

 country signing herself "A Rural Juliet" contributed an 

 article to Wallaces' Farmer entitled, " How May We Keep 

 Our Husbands Romeos ? " This article is most interesting and 

 its conclusions hold good in city and country alike. 



" Romeo, the literary cognomen of lovers, is a word that 

 has been much abused. We would not have our husbands 

 merely sighing sweethearts. We want them to accomplish 

 great things through the sympathy and inspiration which we 

 can give them. We want them to be successful business men, 

 and an aid to the community. If our husbands exert an 

 influence for good, this is sure to be felt beyond the home 

 community. If our husbands are great, and we keep them 

 still lovers, then we shall have a reflected greatness, which 

 is more than to be great ourselves. That was the original 

 idea God had when He created woman. She was to be a 

 helper rather than the leader; but if she is to be a helper, 

 she must have the honor and respect to which she is entitled. 

 She does not always have this honor and respect from her 

 husband, and that is the reason why she has of late years, in 

 many instances, taken the initiative. 



"How can a wife keep her husband a lover through life? 

 Many women, in the rural districts especially, allow their 

 husbands to come from work in the evening and find them 

 still in morning wrapper and with hair disarranged. One is 



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