Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1873-01-31
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John Warren's Ideal.
BY EMMA MAY BUCKINGHAM.

While at Seaview, last summer, / form
ed the acquaintance of Mr.. and Mrs.
John Warren, the most interesting and
charming couple | ever had the pleas
ure of meeting. We boarded in an ancient
two.story house, whose roof and sides
were covered with mossy shingles. 1t
rejoiced in large yard in front, filled
with gnarled apple and ounce trees, and
beds of old-fashioned flowers. A row of
silver naples divided the garden from
the sand. There we're few rustic seats
near the gate, where we often sat for
hours watching the restless waves, which
came roaring and laundering over the
white. pebbly beach, until they broke
within few feet of us.
1t is said that "three are one TOO
many" but l did not feel that such
was the case while in their society. for
we had many delightful conversations
together. / had been an advocate of
marrying opposites; but, after noting
the almost perfect similarity of temper
aments, tastes, and talents, as we'll as the
oneness of thought and reciprosity of
feeling which existed between them, l
felt obliged to change my mind, for a
more happily united pair never expect
to find again in this world. They were
both we'll educated and refined. They
not only sketched and painted, but sang
and played and conversed we'll. once
| remarked to Mr.. Warren that l never
saw two people so much alike as himself
and wife, and he answered.
"That is because I married my ideal.
1 will tell you how found her, and if
you do not agree with me that 'mar-
riages are made in heaven / shall be
greatly mistaken. l had reached the
ripe age of thirty-fve without falling in
love with any one except an imaginary
woman. Ny home, for years, had been
in New York City-my profession was
that of journalist. 1 was a partner in
the proprietorship of certain live peri
odical, and had, just before the com
mencement Of my story, been elected
Junior editor. One evening l received
a call from the head man of the firm
and, after a lengthy consultation, as he
was about to leave, he remarked: II
strikes me that you are living in single
wretchedness too long. You are now
abundantly able to support wife, al
you are risir G young man, can certain
ly have no difficulty in finding lady tc
your taste in your large circle of &C.
quaintances. My advice is, take part
ner for life Good evening"
Thank you,' soliloquised, for your
unasked counsel, but l shall nevel
marry unless l find my ideal, and, tax
ing up my hat, l started for the Acade
my. A celebrated lecturer was already
on the platform. took my seat ant
looked toward the speaker, when th,
magnetic power Of pair of eyes at M
left caused me to turn quickly around
, and there beheld for the first time, il
physical presence, the fac sin'iIe of tn
! ideal face which had haunted my menta
vision for years, rendering me indifferen
to all the charms of my lady friends.
: Yes. as true as you live, / had seel
those very dark, soul-lit eyes, those firm
ly-cut, crimson lips. that pure, broad
intellectual forehead shaded with curl'
That dark, sparkling, patrician face
; with its rich, changing color, had ofte
appeared to me in my sleeping and wax
i ing dreams, had smiled at me from ami
fitting ember-pictures time and tim
: again, until l had grown SO familiar wit
il that when its owner willed that
! should look around, simply recognize
+ it as the reality of my childhood's, boy
hoods, manhood's ideal. Al our eys