The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1901-08-22

very well. He wouldn't know anything
about music, but would care a great
deal. He would have an exceedingly
subtle mind and a pointed beard and
would wear sack coat and would per-
haps paint beautiful landscapes -
II thought sol" exclaimed Molly.
Then she stopped short and blushed.
Indeed. And why did you think so?"
Come now, Dolly! you know that
you have described Valentine Porter
THAT shows that I'm something of a
painter myself. You recognize my por-
traits?'
Then you did mean him? And you
90 like him?"
Did and do
And are you going to" Molly
checked herself.
Marry him." calmly. Not at all.
I'll tell you a secret. I'm engaged.
That makes you jump, doesn't it? 1t
makes me jump too, whenever | think
of it. Sometimes l jump with joy and
sometimes l jump to get out
Il told you that you We're tickle
That's not being tickle. That's hay
ing complex nature. Really, Molly,
you ought to be more careful about
your pronunciation"
"Oh, bother! Who is it?"
Why, it's that black proved, Dor
der rufIian from out west somewhere
VINO was mere lnlS spring, Salu bOlly
indifferently.
Not that Mr. Tom Hamilton"
Il think that's his name
But he's not like-what you said
NO" ruefully, "he didn't sit for that
portrait. He'd rather be caught steal
ing than reading poetry, and as for
painting. / believe he doesn't do any
thing much in that line. When IL does
he prefers a town as a subject, and red
is his favorite color under those cir
cumstances. AS for u pointed beard.
he'd rather wear-a bib" concluded
Dolly with feeling.
But why Molly ventured, her eyes
very big, why do you marry him when
you like the other one?"
do you really want to know? It's
all a terrible accident. I like the other
one and yet I shall not even think of
marrying him."
No FIRMLY, II shan't even think
of 1t, because-because-I happen to
love Tom
She laughed and sat up.
Wasn't 1T an awful accident?" she
went on. I'D had that brown-eyed
gentle-voced, subtle minded ideal for
quite a while. Then I met Tom and
got my wires crossed. ] fell in love
with him and the ideal simply had to
ST. ouIu III the COlIleIS VI my ncdTC
and twiddle it's thumbs While Tom took
possession and lorGed it all over the
place."
But Valentine Porter?"
We'll, it was all over when he got
there"
and yet he was your ideal"
He was pretty good imitation of
it," admitted Dolly.
Then it was simply case Of first
come, first served?"
Mot exactly first come" said Dolly,
with a quizzical smile.
II didn't mean the first ever" impa-
tiently. But you didn't wait for your
IDEAL
Heavens, child. What's an ideal
which you think you might like to a
man whom you know you love?"
But maybe you would love your
ideal better in the end"
All! there you run up against cir
cumstances over which l have no con-
troll. If could only take them on trial
and reject one or both Of them when l
felt really sure in my mind about it.
But matrimony is very backward, isn't
1t? Even the shops send goods on APP
prevail and the patent medicine men
promise you your money back If you re
not satisfied. No cure, no pay! Give
our goods a free trial and return them
II not exactly as represented That's
the way up-to-date business is carried
on, but not matrimony."
But If Valentine is your ideal?"
persisted Molly.
My dear" said Dolly in confiden-
ton whisper, hes near enough to my
ideal to show me how misera BILE I would
be If I had to take him. It's another
case of pickles and bologna. My taste
has changed
How soon VIII you find that Mr..
Hamilton is pickles and bologna, too?"
asked Molly maliciousIy.
Never" said Dolly decisively; "be-
cause, as they say in Hester street;
He aindt, issn't it?' Failing in love is
like the grip. You have cold in your
head and you think you've got the
grip. You have a bit of rheumatism
in your back and that time you're GER
tain it's the grip. And so on until
finally you do really and truly get it
and then you know the difference It's
the real thing with me this time. Go
on having your ideals, Molly girl. It
won't do you any harm and there are
ideals to burn. No kind of weather
ever invented can spoil that crop. The
ideals won't bother you when you wake
up and find yourself in love. You'll
know then that you wouldn't trade the
man you happen to love-there's a lot
of happen about it-for any one Of
your ideals, OF even for the whole lot
boiled down into one lnan."-New York
Sun.