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would be as to who could love the most; and the desire to obey would be the one controlling impulse of our lives. We gain freedom by giving it, and he who bestows faith gets it back with interest. To bargain and stipulate in love is to lose. The woman who stops the marriage ceremony and requests the minister to omit the word “obey,” is sowing the first seed of doubt and distrust that later may come to fruition in the divorce court. The haggling and bickerings of settlements and dowries that usually precede the marriage of “blood” and “dollars” are the unheeded warnings that misery, heartache, suffering, and disgrace await the principals. Perfect faith implies perfect love; and perfect love casteth out fear. It is always the fear of imposition, and a lurking intent to rule, that causes the woman to haggle over a word-it is absence of love, a limitation, an incapacity. The price of a perfect love is an absolute and complete surrender. Keep back part of the price and yours will be the fate of Ananias and Sapphira. Your doom is swift and sure. To win all we must give all.
O give a man something for
he is dissatisfied with the whole world—and with you. A man's quarrel with the world is only a quarrel with himself But so strong is this inclination to lay blame elsewhere and take credit to ourselves, that when we are unhappy we say it is the fault of this woman or that man of Especially do women attribute their misery to That Man. And often the trouble is he has given her too much for nothing. This truth is a reversible, back-action one,
well lubricated by use, working both ways—as the case may be. Nobody but a beggar has really definite ideas concerning his rights. People who give much —who love much-do not haggle. That form of affection which drives sharp bargains and makes demands, gets a check on the bank in which there is no balance. There is nothing so costly as something you get for nothing. My friend Tom Lowry, Magnate in Ordinary, of Minneapolis and the east side of Wall Street, has recently had a little experience that proves my point. A sturdy beggar-man, a specimen of decayed gentility, once called on Tammas with a hard-luck story and a Family Bible, and asked for a small loan on the Good Book. To be compelled to soak the Family Bible would surely melt the heart of gneiss! Tom was melted. Tom made the loan but refused the collateral, stating he had no use for it. Which was God's truth for once. In a few weeks the man came back, and tried to tell Tom his hard-luck story concerning the Cold Ingratitude of a Cruel World. Tom said, “Spare me the slow music and the recital—I have troubles of my own. I need mirth and good cheer-take this dollar, and peace be with you." * Peace be multiplied unto thee,” said the
beggar, and departed. The next month the man returned, and began to tell Tom a tale of Cruelty, Injustice and Ingratitude. Tom was riled-he had his magnate business to attend to, and he made a remark in italics. The beggar said, “Mr. Lowry, if you had your business a little better systematized, I would not have to trouble you personallywhy don't you just speak to your cashier ?”
And the great man, who once took a party of friends out for a tally-ho ride, and through mental habit collected five cents from each guest, was so pleased at the thought of relief that he pressed the buzzer. The cashier came, and Tom said, “Put this man Grabheimer on your pay-roll, give him two dollars now and the same the first of every month.” Then turning to the beggar-man, Tom said, “Now get out of here-hurry, vamose, hike and be damned to you!” “The same to you and many of them,” said His Effluvia politely, and withdrew. All this happened two years ago. The beggar got his money regularly for a year, and then in auditing accounts Tom found the name on the pay-roll, and as Tom could not remember
how the name got there, he at first thought