is greater than love itself, for it includes, ennobles, makes permanent, all that is best in love.  The pain of life is hallowed by it, the drudgery sweetened, its pleasures consecrated.  It is the great trysting-place of the generations, where past and future flash into the reality of the present.  It is the great storehouse in which the hardly-earned treasures of the past, the inheritance of spirit and character from our ancestors, are guarded and preserved for our descendants.  And it is the great discipline through which each generation learns anew the lesson of citizenship that no man can live for himself alone."[4] It follows that the most trying and discouraging feature of social work with deserted wives; namely, their determination to take worthless men back and back again for another trial, is often only a further manifestation of the extraordinary viability of the family.

It is true that, into this enduring quality, many elements enter, some homely or merely material.  A desire for support, or for a resumption of sex relations, may play a part in a wife’s decision to forgive the wanderer.  There are many other factors—­use and wont; pride in being able to show a good front to the neighbors; a feeling that it is unnatural to be receiving support from other sources.  Just the mere desire to have his clothes hanging on the wall and the smell of his pipe about, the hundreds of small details that go to make up the habit of living together, have each their separate pull on the woman whose instinct to be wife and mother to her erring man is urging her to give in; Home is, in both their minds,

    " ... the place where when you have to go there
    They have to take you in.... 
    Something you somehow haven’t to deserve."[5]

A woman who had left her home town and found clerical work in a strange city, in order not to be near her syphilitic husband from whom she had determined to separate, said, “When you’ve been married to a man, you can’t get over feeling your place is with him.”

However we may deplore the results in a given case, the spineless woman who takes her husband back many times may nevertheless be giving a demonstration of the thing we are most interested in conserving—­the durability and persistence of the family.  And so the social worker who is enabled by experience or imagination to enter into the real meaning of family life is neither scornful nor amused when Mrs. Finnegan is found, on the morning when her case against Finnegan is to come up in the domestic relations court, busily washing and ironing his other shirt in order that he may make a proper appearance and not disgrace the family before the judge.

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