We cannot do without her. Old Spirituals’ resident advice columnist is back with more no-nonsense advice!

Dear Miss Libbey: I have been paying quite a bit of attention to your column and knowing that you have helped others, I wish you would try and help me. I have been going with a young gentleman for about three months and his home is in Toronto, where he has gone to spend some time vistting. I expect to receive mail from him, yet my mother insists upon reading it first. Is this proper for her to do? Should not I read it first, then allow her to read it? I have become greatly infatuated with this gentleman, and love him to a great extent, yet I fear that he has some one whom he likes better in Toronto. Is it proper for me to ask him if he has a lady friend in his home town, and if so how should I go about it to ask him? FAITHFUL SWEETHEART.

I do not approve of reading another person’s letters. Tell your mother you will show her the letters, but prefer to open them yourself.
No, I wouldn’t ask him. It is never diplomatic to ask personal questions. Don’t throw your heart at him. It is foolish to allow yourself to think a lot about a person of whom you know little.

“Dear Miss Libbey:  Please tell me a way to forget and overcome a love that seems to grow deeper every year. I love a man and he loves me. We have loved for seven years and have kept it a secret. No one even dreams we are even friends; we seldom see one another, never write or telephone, and meet only by accident, but when we are alone, which is about once in two years, he tells me he loves me but respects me greatly. I have tried to forget— have traveled far and wide, never seeing or hearing anything of him for months. He has traveled, too, spending weeks and months abroad, but we never forget. I met him last week and we were alone for about twenty minutes. He swore it was no use trying—he loved me and always would; and I love him so deeply that I nearly go mad. Yet he has not for one moment forgotten that we are both married. Is there anything I can do to forget or cease to care for him? And is a woman like me—one who has tried to forget and has never done anything wrong, but simply loved in secret—a sinful woman, or am I doing what is human? How will it end? READER.

You better find something to occupy your mind besides such foolishness. Haven’t you any willpower? Why do you keep thinking about the fellow? Read good books, think over them, try to do some good in the world, and you won’t have time to make such an idiot of yourself.
Women who hunger to have a little leisure for study and other character building incidents in their lives have little patience with such nonsense as yours.

Dear Miss Libbey: We are beautiful twins of 18. Last summer at the seashore we met a charming young man of 20. He has taken Violet to parties and theatres and she loves him dearly. The other night he gave her a beautiful diamond ring and. when she showed it to me, I had one just like it. He has been paying both of us attentions. Neither one wants to give him up and we do not want to part. Tell us whether both should give him up or which should withdraw. VIOLET AND ROSE.

You both can’t marry him. I don’t like the way he has acted. My advice would be to give him back his rings and tell him to be on his way elsewhere. A man of that type isn’t worth a row of pins, even though he has the wherewithal to buy two diamond rings.

Dear Miss Libbey: I am a girl of 32 and have worked for my present employer for the last sixteen years, during which time he has shown me marked attention. A short time ago he hired a young girl to assist us in the office, and since then he has taken to wearing a wig and otherwise fixing up his general appearance, which leads me to believe he is trying to make an impression on this young girl. I love him devotedly and my heart is breaking. What would you advise me to do? LOTTIE.

Perhaps the fellow is only fixing up for his own personal satisfaction. He seems to be of a weak character and I personally don’t think you would miss much if you didn’t win his love.