Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 172, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 July 1913 — NOT LIVING UP TO ADVICE [ARTICLE]

NOT LIVING UP TO ADVICE

Matron’s Actions as Husband Phoned Didn’t Coincide With Her Talk to Fair College Grad. T don’t know what to think,” said the college graduate. —— - “It’s the first admission of the kind since you got your diploma,” said the old maid. “What to think about what?” asked the matron just turned thirty. Her mouth was down at the corners and there was a wrongs-for-women look in her eye. “About marrying. Dave is beginning to insist on marrying just as I am beginning to see that I have some future ahead if I work out by myself.” “Don’t hesitate a minute,” said the matron just turned thirty, and brought her teeth together with a noticeable click. “What can you do better than anything else?” “I am interested, you know, in celestial mathematics." “Then go in for it Go in for anything that has the word ‘celestial* in it. It sounds promising. It may lead you into heaven. Marrying won’t. There’s no use to pretend that it will.” “You said last week,” began the old maid, but the matron just turned thirty wouldn’t let her go on. “I am talking seriously now,” maintained the matron, “and as one woman to another I am telling this young thing that a woman who expects marriage to bring satisfaction is following an ignis fatus. Men are all very well for down town, but the woman who looks to a man to make life seem worth while is a woman who is fated for a grand awakening—" The telephone bell rang then, and while the matron just, turned thirty answered it the two regarded each other with looks that said that they were astonished at her and commiserative of her. Then her voice at the telephone came on to them in languid cadence: “Why, yes, I suppose I can go. O, yes, I suppose 1 want to, Really. You surprise me. From the way you rushed off this morning I should hardly have thought— Yes, but what made you forget? You have missed— Ye-es. I have, too. You old darling! All right, then, hurry home, i'll be room then, red but radiant