hand; lovers, living in perfect companionship, planning and building
as they go. May their matrimonial ship continue to sail on sunny seas,
where soft winds blow, and rest in the harbor of happiness at last.
Another triumph for Reno.....

On the occasion of our visit she showed me a package of letters tied
with white satin ribbon; "Glen's letters," she said; "he wrote me one
every day I was in Reno and they are the most beautiful letters ever
written." I read some of them and I agreed with her; I wish she would
allow me to publish them: it would make a good world better for having
read them. "Nor has earth, nor Heaven nor Hell any bars through which
love cannot burst its way toward reunion and completeness"....

And yet this queen of matrimonial bliss said to me, "I wish that all
mothers would warn their girls against ideals which are not practical.
I blame my ideals for years of utter misery; my ideal was a perfect
man."

"Someone has said: 'God does not make imperfect things,' and yet can
anyone say that he has ever seen a perfect man or a woman? I held on
to the shreds of my ideal until there was not a shred left to hang on
to; until my heart lay bruised and bleeding on the altar of dead and
gone ideals. And then wisdom came and whispered: 'You have been
looking for perfection, but there is no such thing on this earth: we
must be forbearing and forgiving: 'forgive us our debts as we forgive
our debtors.'

"With wisdom came new ideals that were practical and a new kind of
love, indulgent and forgiving, yet self-respecting; a love as strong
as the Rock of Ages. Love--a little thing--a sentiment perhaps--and