each other's company even in quiet, peaceful moments. The less fortunate and more commonplace class drop down into dulness. And they look about foolishly and in dissatisfied fashion, thinking that something else might make them happy.

Of this the dissatisfied married man may be sure: He wouldn't be happier anywhere else than where he is. He might, and probably would, be very much unhappier --for a woman of the character that would help to take him out of his family would probably also help to make him pretty miserable when she began to get tired of him.

Women make one great mistake it contributes to the dulness of married life and the failure of happiness. They are not selfish enough, they don't calculate enough. They ought to keep themselves to themselves more than they do. They ought to have control of the situation at the beginning of their married lives, and keep control until the end.

They ought especially to keep their husbands occupied with some slight feeling of uncertainty.

We do not suggest the worn-out, vulgar, comic opera expedient of making the husband jealous. The woman that could descend to such tactics is rather low in the scale. Better a life of sorrow and dulness than voluntary degradation of spirit. We'll quote our wise French friend again. "Il y a dans la jalousie plus d'amour propre que d'amour," which means, "There is in jealousy more self love than real love."

If you make a husband jealous you lower yourself,

affection for his own foolish self and his own wounded vanity.

Never affect an interest in another man. If your husband amounts to anything he will simply have contempt for such a ruse, and if he amounts to nothingwhat's the use of bothering about him?

But let your husband feel that he must win your respect. Don't be forever spoiling him with aimless and undeserved admiration and approval. He knows that you know him. He can't dodge that. Be strict-although kind at the same time.

You can make any husband try pretty hard if you refuse to give him your indorsement and admiration on any other basis. Men are poor, weak things, and they crave admiration at home. Make them earn it.

The wrong kind of man goes to pieces when times are bad, the right kind shows there is something worth saving in every smashup. What human beings need is something to shake them up and make them think.

A question that is as old as the first man, the most important question that enters the mind of man.

"I wonder if you would answer this question:

"'What are we here for?'

"READER."'

Is there a man or a woman into whose mind this question has never come?

A man may say to himself as an individual, What am I here for? What is my particular task? What are my special duties and possibilities?

Or he may look at the question from a wider standpoint and ask:

"For what purpose is the human race put here?" Men are all brothers, although a majority are not civilized enough to know that. Men are as much alike, seen from the heights of justice and knowledge, as so many grains of sand or drops of water.

Men were put here as a race to fulfill duties as a race, to live and achieve together. And the biggest question that men have to answer, the question that the Greek philosophers studied thirty centuries ago, that Asiatics studied and abandoned long before them, is this:

Why is the human race here, what should it do, what can it do!

The question will be answered one day, and the answer will come because men forever discuss the great problem.

the picture as though you had no place in it.

Suppose you were a superior being on another planet, looking at this earth with its rivers, mountains, bowers, trees, beautiful green fields and about fifteen hundred million human beings scattered over it.

The earth would look like a great garden in need of cultivation, and you would look on the little microscopic, two-legged creatures as gardeners. If any one asked you, "Why are the little human beings put on that planet?" you would probably answer:

"God owns the planet. His pride is in that beautiful round earth. He put the little men there to cultivate it, drain the marshes, irrigate the deserts, wipe out the jungles and finally make a glorious and beautiful park of the whole earth.

"I marvel at His patience with these little human beings that fight each other and rob and cheat each other and waste their time instead of working at the great round garden confided to their care."

That would be the view of a thinking person, away from this earth. Such a being would say that we human beings are here to beautify the earth and improve it, and that as the microbes in the cheese give the cheese its flavor, so we microbes are here to give this earth its beauty.

That would seem reasonable from our feeble human point of view.

If you went to the estate of some English duke, and saw hundreds of human beings working at the lawns, walks, flower beds and greenhouses, you would not hesitate for a minute to answer the question, "Why are those men there?"

the man that owns the great gardens wants the gardens looked after. First he got the garden, and after that he put the gardeners there to make it beautiful."

The materialistic man looks at the earth in that way; says that men are merely animals, with just sufficient thought to make them good caretakers of this planet, with no life hereafter, no probable great improvement here.

But this is not the highest or the true conception. You might imagine the English duke thinking of his workmen only as human machines to care for his lawns. But you could imagine a nobler soul interested in his gardeners more than in his garden, anxious that the garden should be made beautiful in order that the gardeners and their families might live happily and develop spiritually amid beautiful surroundings.

The man is dull minded who doubts that the great power of Law and Justice that rules this universe and maintains in perpetual equilibrium and warm sunlight our little planet has failed to plan for the fullest development of the spark of cosmic consciousness called soul, which is in each of us the mainspring.

The wonderful earth, born in heat and fire, changing geologically through long millions of years, becoming more beautiful with each succeeding age, is ultimately to be an ideal home, perfect and beautiful. Who can doubt that to be the destiny of this planet?

A race of men born in ignorance, passing through hundreds of thousands of years of suffering, struggling, poverty, ferocious combat, famine and disease, are ulti