To Clarence St. Claire

_Regarding His Sister's Betrothal_

Your request, my dear Clarence, that I try to influence your sister to

change her determination in this matter, calls for some very plain

statements from me.

I have known you and Elise since you were playing with marbles and

rattles, and your mother and I have been very good acquaintances

(scarcely intimate enough to be called friends) for more than a score of

years. You are very much like your mother, both in exterior appearance

and in mind. Elise is the image of her father at the time he captured

your mother's romantic fancy, and as I recollect him when he died.

You were five years old, Elise three, at that time. Your mother lived

with your father six years in months, an eternity in experience. You

know that she was unhappy, and that he disillusioned her with love, and

almost with life. He married your mother solely for her fortune. She was

a sweet and beautiful girl, of excellent family, but your father had no

qualities of mind or soul which enabled him to appreciate or care for

any woman, save as she could be of use to him, socially and financially.

In six years he managed to dispose of all but a mere pittance of her

fortune, and humiliated her in a thousand ways besides. His only decent

act was to die and leave her undisturbed for the remainder of her life.

Your uncle assisted in her support and saved the remnant of her

property, so that she has, by careful and rigorous economy, been able to

educate you and Elise, and keep up a respectable appearance in a quiet

way.

Of course it was impossible to retain her place among the associates of

her better days, and you know how bitter this fact has always made

Elise. Your sister has the physical beauty and the overwhelming love of

money and power which characterized your father. She has a modicum of

your mother's sense of honour, but has been reared in a way not

calculated to develop much strength of character. Your mother has been a

slave to your sister. Elise is incapable of a deep, intense love for any

man, and your mother's pessimistic ideas of love and marriage have still

further acted upon her brain cells and atrophied whatever impulses may

have been latent in her nature, to love and be loved. These qualities

might have been developed had Elise been under the tutelage of some one

versed in the science of brain building, but your mother, like most

mothers, was not aware of the tremendous possibilities within her grasp,

or of the effect of the ideas she expressed in the hearing of her

children. Neither did she seem to recognize the father's traits in

Elise, and undertake the work of eliminating them, as she might have

done. She has been an unselfish and devoted mother, and has made too

many sacrifices for Elise. At the same time, she has awakened the mind

of your sister to ideals of principle and honour which will help her to

be a better woman than her inheritance from your father would otherwise

permit. But now, at the age of twenty-one, it is impossible to hope that

she will develop into a self-sacrificing, loving, womanly woman, whose

happiness can be found in a peaceful domestic life. She has seen your

mother sad and despondent, under the yoke of genteel poverty, and heard

her bemoan her lost privileges of wealth and station. This, added to her

natural craving for money and place, renders a wealthy marriage her only

hope of happiness on earth.

Mr. Volney has an enormous fortune. He is, as you say, a senile old man

in his dotage. As you say again, such a marriage is a travesty. But

Elise is incapable of feeling the love which alone renders marriage a

holy institution. She has undesirable qualities which ought not to be

transmitted to children, and she is absolutely devoid of maternal

instincts.

I have heard her say she would consider motherhood the greatest

disaster which could befall her. But she is unfitted for a

self-supporting career, and she wants a home and position.

She has beauty, kind and generous impulses, and a love of playing Lady

Bountiful. It is not so much that she wants to benefit the needy, as

that she likes to place people under obligations and to have them look

up to her as a superior being.

Old Mr. Volney is a miser, and his money is doing no one good. He has

only distant relatives, and by taking Elise for a wife (according to

law) he will wrong no one, and she will make much better use of his

fortune than his heirs would make.

Your mother will be relieved of worry and care. Many worthy poor people

and charities will receive help, and Elise will have her heart's

desire--fine apparel, jewels, a social position, and no one to bother

her. The valet and nurse will look after Mr. Volney, and his simple old

heart will bask in the pride of an old man--the possession of a pretty

young wife.

Had he full use of his mental faculties, and did he long for love and

devotion, I would try and dissuade Elise from the marriage, but solely

on _his_ account, not on hers.

The young man you mention, as your choice of a suitor for the hand of

your sister, might better go up in a balloon to seek for Eutopia than to

expect happiness as her husband. He has a sweet, gentle, loving nature,

a taste for quiet home joys, fondness for children, and he has two

thousand a year, with small prospects of more in the near future.

He should marry a modest, domestic girl, with tastes similar to his own,

and with no overweening ambitions. Elise would simply drive him mad in a

year's time, with her restless discontent, her extravagance, and her

desire for the expensive pleasures of earth. It is useless to reason

with her, or to expect her to model her ideas to suit her circumstances.

Inheritance and twenty-one years of wrong education must be taken into

consideration. What would mean happiness for many women would mean

misery for her. I can imagine no more dreadful destiny than to be tied

to a senile old man by a legal ceremony, even were I given his millions

in payment. But that will mean happiness to Elise.

I think we should let people seek their own ideals of happiness, when

they break no law, and injure no other life by it.

I shall congratulate Elise by this post on having made so fortunate an

alliance. I could not congratulate her were she to marry her young

suitor. I shall congratulate your mother on having nothing to worry

about, regarding the future of Elise.

And I advise you to take a philosophical view of the situation, and to

remember that, in judging the actions of our fellow beings, we must take

their temperaments, characteristics, and environment into consideration,

not our own.

You have made the very common error of thinking, because Elise is a

handsome young girl, that love, and home, and children would mean

happiness to her.

Women vary as greatly as do plants and flowers in their needs. The

horticulturist knows that he cannot treat them all alike, and he studies

their different requirements.

To some he gives moisture and sun, to some shade, and to some dry, sandy

soil. The thistle pushes forth a gorgeous bloom from an arid bed. It

would die in the pond where the lily thrives.

Too much sentiment is wasted in this world and too much effort expended

in trying to make all people happy in some one way.

When I was a little girl, a Sunday-school superintendent presented every

girl in the class with a doll, and each doll was exactly the same. Most

little girls like dolls, but I never played with one, as they were

always so hopelessly inanimate. If the good man had given me a sled, or

a book, or a picture, I would have been happy. As it was, his gift was a

failure. You want to present your sister with a devoted young husband,

a cottage, and several children, because you think every woman should

possess these things. Your sister happens to be one who prefers a

wealthy old invalid.

Let her have what she wants, my dear Clarence, and let her work out her

destiny in her own way. She will do less harm in the world than if you

forced her into your way. Now you must remember that you asked me to

help you in this matter, and I could only write you the absolute facts

of the situation, as I knew it to be. I feel fairly confident that you

will accept my point of view, and act as best man at your sister's

wedding.

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