He had thought that face the most beautiful in all the world—­until he fell in love.  Now he sees his mother as she is; a wrinkled old woman, perverse, unreasonable, and inclined to meddle with his domestic affairs.  The hands that soothed his childish fretting are no longer lovely.  Inattention to small details of dress, which he never noticed before, are painfully evident.  The eyes that have watched him all his life with loving anxiety, shining with pride at his success and softening with tenderest pity at his mistakes, are subtly different now.  He wonders at his blindness.  It is strange, indeed, that he has not realised all this before.

[Sidenote:  The Awakening]

To most men the awakening comes too late if it comes at all.  Only when the faded eyes are closed and the worn hands folded forever; when “mother” is beyond the reach of praise or blame, her married boy realises what has been done.  With that first shock comes bitterest repentance—­and he never forgives his wife.  Many a woman who complains of “coldness” and “lost love” might trace it back to the day her husband’s mother died, and to the sudden flash of insight, the adjustment of relation, which comes with death.

The comic papers have made the mother-in-law a thing to be dreaded.  She is the poster attached to the matrimonial magazine which inspires would-be purchasers with awe.  Many an engaged girl confides to her best friend that her fiance’s mother is “an old cat.”  She usually goes still further, and gives jealousy as the cause of it.

No right-minded mother was ever jealous of the woman her son chose for his wife.  But she has seen how marriage changes men and naturally fears the result.  The altar is the grave of many a boy’s love for his mother.  Neither of the women most intimately concerned is blind to the impending possibilities; it is only man who cannot see.

[Sidenote:  One in a Thousand]

There are some girls who realise what it means, but they are few and far between.  One in a thousand, perhaps, will openly acknowledge her debt to the woman who for twenty-five or thirty years has given her best thought to the man she is about to marry.

Is he strong and active, healthy and finely moulded?  It is his mother’s care for the first sixteen years of his life.  It is the result of her anxious days and of many a sleepless night, while the potential man was racked with fever and childish ills.  His chivalrous devotion to the girl he loves is wholly due to his mother’s influence.  His clean and open-hearted manliness is a free gift to her, from the woman now characterised as “an old cat.”

It is seldom that the mother receives credit for his virtues, but she is invariably blamed for his faults.  Too many women expect a man to be cut out by their pattern.  The supreme mental achievement is the ability to judge other people by their own standards, and a crank is not necessarily a person whose rules of life and conduct do not coincide with our own.