El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1898-10-15
Husband Hunting.
Philadelphia Times.

Philadelphia Times.
Dear Lady-We men are not all O
US quite such poor things as ION
Who Knows" asserts, not quite so sus
ceptl bl e, nor always unable To see wneI
we are being angled for. But we dom
believe that butterfly girls" are ang
lig for us. any more than W. are al
ways in danger of being caught. MIN
times out OF ten roth parties are pro
badly only gratifying a natural instinc
for innocent fun and merriment.
think there is good deal of misap
prehension about this so-called ''pay
ing attentions" by men, aud our injus
tice to the ''worthier" girls. - l.
| I will say at once that I, for one
! have no intention of being captured by
| L. butterfly girl" My affections have
| for some time been firmly fixed on {
maiden of the opposite kind, one Of
| those excellent, unseltish girls who
live entirely for others, who arm them
selyes in naughty reserve, or wither'
ing contempt, or blushing bashful mes.
Whenever one of our sex approaches
However, [ cannot afford to marry a,
all at present. I have never breatheC
syllable of love to the owner of my
heart; indeed | scarcely ever speak :,
1er, or look at here. l am too con
.iderate to entaugle her in a long -
nay be hopeless-eDgsgemen or t.
1rag her to the workhouse by pauper
marriage. or to brighten her off alto
kether by premature demonstration
The only course left for me, therefore,
Is to behave in a manner which, If she
ieigns to think about me at ali, mus
con vince her that L positively dislik'
her. This, of course, may have the re
suit most desire, as women are just az
oerverse as men in these matters
Well, now, the gist of all this; may
here not be thousands of men simils' :
~ situated? And what a comfort this
should be to those worthy girls
who feel themselves neglected for their
less worthy sis ers. Let them reflect,
as they sit in corners uunoticed app
parent by the male sex, that things arr
not always as they seem.
Meanwhile, as L isnguish on in
alternate hope and despair, society in
sisting all the time that l should wall
my aching heart under laughing
yIssge, anu go ABOUT the world with :,
Qu'ps and cranks, and wanton wiles
Mods, and becbs, and wreathed smiles,
and do my share in promoting the gen.
eral sunshine of existence, l find tn,
butterfly girls an invaluable heir,
indeed. L don't know what L should do
without them. Their faces brighter
WIN uciRuh Wueu SuSy
see me enter a room Il suppose because
L am not q wOman), that 1 canno,
choose but be less miserable than L ad
intended TO be. They smile on me so
sweetly, they come up to me with such
title remarks, such fascinat
ing bante r, such delight ful chaff, tha'
l should be surly brute, indeed, did
not answer them at least pleasantly anC
courteously, and so. gradually, the
spirit of fun takes possession even OF
me. There is nothing so infectious a.
a Respondent frame of mind. find my
EFT baLdylng JOKES with 'Arabella.
exchanging pnotos with matilda,
arranging "biking" expedition with
Julia" and the hours glide merrily
90. | whistle tune on my homewaro
walk, l rush to my work with energy
and hope, | am in tune with all around
me, success-nay, fortune-stares me
in the face. In year or two at the
l feel convinced l shall have
won the right to confess my secre
to my lady love. And
all this exhilaration of spirit L owe to
those giddy. lightly, pleasure loving
creatures who never think OF living
for anyone but themselves. More Roo1
han we wot of is done in the world b.
people who never try to do any at all.
Then there was no danger of broken
hearts and that sort of thing. They
iidn't want my heart. All they want
ed was to get az much fun out of the
world as possible and to be made cap
i've as domestic slaves would not furth-
ar that end. And some fine day | sh ell
the world by marrying the
very last woman it would have expect
sd-not "Arabella. was always chat
ing with: not Matilda, who gave
ne her photo: not Julia" | biked
With so much; but some one to whom
10 one ever saw me pay any atten-
ions" Poor, purb'ind world, that
never sees beyond its own nose! No
wonder it is always bling astonished:
This is spray the bird chung to
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree top it sprung to
Fit for its nest and its treasure
L am, dear lady, your obedient SER
rant,
AN INELIGIBLE BACHELOR.