How to be happy though human / by W. Béran Wolfe.
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jolly, objective, honest physician, deeply devoted to his
profession. His own nature is so honest that he was not
in the least aware of his wife’s jealousy, although all his
friends marvelled at his willingness to reassure his wife’s
unreasonable suspicions by repeated recitals of fidelity
which would enrage a less good-natured man.
Once a grateful patient gave Dr. K. a beautiful clock.
He admired and valued this token very highly. The clock
stood near the corner of his desk. To his wife it was the
arrogant and impudent symbol of his unfaithfulness.
She hated it, and she was annoyed at the idea that he
looked at the clock more often than he thought of her.
One day she called on her husband in his consulting
room, sitting in the chair in which patients usually sat
while with her husband. After a brief conversation she
arose, and swung her fur stole about her neck in such
a way that the clock was caught by the tail, dashed to the
floor and irreparably broken. The incident passed as an
unfortunate accident, although any psychologist might
have been suspicious of Mathilda’s unconscious malice,
since no one of the doctor’s many other women patients
had ever touched the clock in rising and putting on her
wraps. When Dr. K. expressed regrets about the
destruction of the clock, Mathilda, who had shown very
little concern for her clumsiness, turned on her heel in
a high rage, saying, “ I do believe, J. K., you value that
damned clock more highly than you do your wife’s
feelings ! ”
Mathilda’s sense of inferiority had been stilled to some
extent by her marriage to Dr. K., and his affection and
regard for her had been the first experience of love which
she had known in her life. But she could not crush her
fear that this treasure might be taken away from her or
shared with her. The more popular her husband grew,
the more she tortured herself with doubts of his fidelity,
and the more she watched and guarded his every gesture.
She began to imagine that, when he was called out at
night, he was calling on a mistress instead of attending a
patient. At first she simply writhed mentally until the
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