The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-05-04
Ideal Husband.

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Ideal Husband.
Nh. EDITOR, -N. G.
Our Dorcas Society is composed of
all the young girls in our little town.
Not that any of us are so alarmingly
young, but We nse that term TO dis
tinguish us from the matrons, who
have similar club. Gossip Is for
hidden, so while We sit aud stitch
away at strange garments for the
poor and for the heather, we talk of
many things-of art, music or let
ters, and sometimes. when all other
objects prove unattractive, We fall To
discussing the horrid men. will
write yon what we talked about al
onr last meeting if you will not give
my name or my town. Our theme
was the ideal husband, his desirable
and undesirable qualities.
The president raped with her
scissors for order.
"Moll," she said, "you begin,
Let's hear your IDEAL"
Molly looked dreamy.
"Well," she said, slowly, .'in the
first place he must be big and strong.
hate little men. They always
make me think of lizards somehow.
Then they must have big blue eyes
and not be easily affected by triiies
Not the sort of man, for instance,
who would kick up a row because
the biscuit happened to be burnt. or
something like that. In short, !
prefer an easy going, goodnatured
man, who would be inclined to think
his own wife and children the very
incest in the world"
ga man like that would set me
crazy" said Lille. "These good
natured people always make me long
to throw teapot or something at
them, just to see if it isn't possible
to rufiie their tempers for a minute.
For my part, | couldn't have the
least affection for man that wasn't
just little bit afraid of. ] rather
prefer man with spice of the
crank in him, providing he makes
up for it by being ordinarily cheer
full and jolly; and not given to prowl-
ing around the kitchen and pantry.
That is trait | feel that / could
never forgive, and, unfortunately,
you never lind it out till it is too late.
Till death do us part would seem
an awfully long time-with such a
companion.
Nellie calmly shipped off the
thread at the end of a seam and
threaded her needle again before be-
ginning.
81 should like" said she, "a big,
fashioned house, furnished as /
like and just within driving distance
of the city. i shouldn't want to be
very rich, but | should like plenty of
horses and carriages, and to be able
to dress well and entertain-"
"But the husband, the husband" T"
we interrupted, We want to hear
about him."
Nellie looked urLrised.
"My idle husband" she said, with
dignity, lis the man who will provide
me with all this"
In the buzz of discussion that
followed Nellie's ideal, the scissors
raped again, and the presidents
voice was heard calling on Mildred
to speak. Mildred Is tall and stately
She wears ''boiled shirts" and tailor
made gowns, and recently reioiced
in suspenders that were the secret
envy of all the young men she knows.
She rather looks down on young
men, however, and is given to snub-
bing them. The most brilliant i'm
agination could scarcely fancy her
in love.
"My ideal life companion" she
said, thonghtfully, sis a man some
what past his first youth-a man
who has seen much of the world, is
clever, good talker and holds adj
yanced views on all subjects, par
ticularly the woman question. He
must wish in wife a friend and
companion, rather than mere house
keeper. / do not know that there
is anything more to say on the sub
ject l have not given it much
thought"
''The brilliant talker is nearly al
ways disagreeaole at home, though /
wouldn't for the world insinuate
that quiet men are always angels, by
any meaus. You can't Judge any
man by his company manners. About
the best way to discover his real dis
position is to get really intimate with
his sisters and get invited to visit
them for a month or so. If / ever
found a man who could stand that
test, | would take him quickly be-
fore another girl got him. On tine
whole, think the not too clever
man, who is fond of good eating,
and is not troubled with dyspepsia, Is
the most easily managed and de-
sirable husband to be foune- From
dyspeptic husband may the gods
preserve us all"
Alice's turn came last. She is en-
gagged, and we were eager to hear
her ideal. She refused to give it,
however.
aYou all know Jack" she said,
.and ! may as well tell You that he