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Show Man and His 1 d e a 1 j Does a man over marry his Ideal girl? I can't qulto romember tho dato when my Ideal girl first began to stand out distinctly In my mind, but I think It was when I was 23. Sho was a hero-lno hero-lno of a book I had read, or, rather, n girl made up of tho virtues and graces of a dozen heroines. Sho was tho most adorablo creaturo that over was pictured. Her hulr was a golden bronze, flno, silky, glossy and long. No hair but this kind over appealed to rao. At first her eyes were gray, hut I changed them to a sky-bluo becauso I discovered that that sort Is tho most Innocent nnd girlish. Sho wns very tiny, Just a little armful that I could pick up. Her hands wcro small, Blonder Blon-der and very pink, and her feet wero i Just big enough for baby shoes. In other ways sho was a very won- ' derful creature. Sho could bo child-llko child-llko and pleading, tender and womnn-ly, womnn-ly, cheerful and Industrious, self- rollant and strong, a Joan of Arc, and , a baby by turns. I Imnglnod her In times of plenty sitting nt my foot llko n child wlfo, in times of hunger turning turn-ing out a hugo beefsteak pudding; In tho springtime, scouring tho houso from top to bottom; a ministering angol In sickness, tho falrost of tho fair at a danco; timid when I felt strong, brawny when my confldonco wns low. That's the sweetheart I chose, and, kavlng thus set her up n creaturo of beauty, wit and work tho noxt thing was to find her nnd marry her. I met a girl with goldon-bronzo hair, but sho was tall; bo, without considering consid-ering her further, I tried again. Soon I was introduced to ono with Just tho slight flguro and appealing bluo oyos ot my Ideal. Unfortunately her hair was a rusty red, and when I lmngln-etl lmngln-etl her nt my hearth I closed tho nc-qualntanco. Stritngeliy enough, within a week I met a girl who might have boon tho twin sister of the last, with this difference dif-ference she had tho oxact golden bronze hair of my ldcnl. I was over-Joyed. over-Joyed. I loved her as fooii as I sot cyos on her hair and faco, hut I hesitated when I saw her hands and feet. They wero large huge! How could I kiss nnd fondlo hands llko thoso7 Wo parted. Slnco that I havo met many girls who were nearly llko my Ideal, but not satisfactory. Thoso who wcro tender and childish could not cook or mend; thoso who could cook mid mend were big and prartlcal. Ono of thorn I nearly became engaged to. She was pretty, slight, all I wished but for ono thing, or rather two her eyes wero a palo red. Many times I looked Into them, trying to make up my mind If I could accept them In placo of bluo. If I never looked Into them excepting ex-cepting at twilight we might bo happy. I thought; but supposing somo tlmo In tho morning sunshlno 1 took that small faco between my hands and looked for two bluo eyes, to bo met by palo red ones! My lovo would surely die. I dared not risk It. Does a man ever find his Idem? And, If ho docs, Is she tho sort that would mako him happy? I havo my doubts At 29 my bronzo-lmlrcd, blue-oyed Ideal Is but a memory; and I'm afraid If I mot her now, radiantly perfect, I should not BtifTer a heart throb. Another has taken her placo, Ono day a medium-sized girl canio along a girl with brown hair, brown eyes, a cheery, good-fellow laugh, and a heart bursting with affection. Sho has laughed mo Into liking her very much. What tho noxt step will bo I cannot toll, but I doubt If a man ovor marries, or wants to tnnrry his Ideal girl. Now York American. |