The San Angelo press. (San Angelo, Tex.) 1897-1907, 1904-12-22
HER IDEAL
MAN
BY OHIO b. SENCA

the girl VINO wrote stories.
Every sweet" ussentcd the school
teacher
"Aud suLdued," added the editor,
laughing.
"NU one says anything about the
grOolu's appearance mlnc," grum.
bled the best man, land came all the
way from Nebraska just for this wed.
ding"
"lou looked quite like a Bostonian,
| assure YOU" said the girl with the
violin consoIingly,
AS for Mr.. Adams. he looked just
as lac always does, all bones aud
brains" asserted the schoolteachcr
II admire that type IMMENSELY"
The wcsterner was not tall and was
somewhat inclined to stOutn"sS.
MY cousin Abe Is an undcnably
brainy man" lac retOrtcd but be.
licyc me, Miss Selwyu, some slight
GOVERN. OF udipUsr tissue over the
bones is not incompatible with intel.
teCtuality."
"DO you return to Nebraska at once.
MIR Cony"rscy" intrrposed tho artist
pacnrally
II did intend TO leave Boston tonight.
but | have found that my ranch needs
mistress shall remain II week
longer aud hope to persuade some one
to go with me"
The words were uttered hughingly.
but there was II significant look In the
keen gray eyes that betrayed his ear
ncstnrss Of purpose. There were vary.
Ing cXClumatiUns Of surprise from Nix
OF his hearers. The seventh remained
scorufully silent The others looked
from one to another quGstioningly.
When eight young women have lived
together for year and one OF the num-
Der has just departed with the bless.
Ing Of the pastor and the shower Of
rice devised by Satan II Is not un.
natural Tor the others to wonder,
"Whu urxtt'
"IUu promised tn show me the benu-
ties OF the library, Miss Selwyn." said
Converse. tUrulug IN tho silent one.
"Cnu wc 50 t0morowY
AFTER u'cIurk." she replied quiet
~. but her dark eyes met his with n
look Gt understanding and defiance, "if
you viii wait until the next day, Sat
urday"
we will go tomorrow" he decided
quickly.
How can you spare the time for
sightseeing, Mr.. ConverseY' querIed the
artist trusingly. II should think you
would want every hour of the week for
your woong"
II shall waste no time In my sight.
seeing" returned Converse with mark.
ed emphasis land you must under
stand that western wOolng is less
deliberate than Is usually considered
necessary in New England. There are
no 'supCriluOus women In Nebraska.
and with us it's case Of learn your
fate Mt once and get out of the way to
make room for the next man."
so these are the famous paintings
of Puvs de Chavannes," remarked
Converse the next day, bestowing
very haSty glance ut the mural dee.
oratOns ut the Public library. They
nrc doubtless all that you have said of
them, Eleanor but they really have
little interest for me just now. | want
to talk with you. You are disappont.
ed in me. Eleanor"
Miss Sclwyn's pale face flushed pain.
fully.
1T WIS very good OF you, Dick, to
keep the secret. | have never told the
others that knew you before you
went west or of our silly correspond
cncc."
Il don't call 1t silly" he said stouty.
"The only foolish thing about it is that
did not come for you long ago You
were only fifteen when left Vermont.
| That Is fifteen years ago, and
Heavens" she cried hastily. Don't
remind me OF my age. An old maid
schOolteacher, | suppose you're think
Ing"
Nothing OF the kind. ! was about
to say that in all those years | have
never seen any one who made me for
get you, Eleanor. If only you felt the
same toward me-
But | don't, Dick" dcprecatlngly;
'you-yOu have changed"
Not in my heart, Eleanor"
She opened small portfolio and
took out n faded photograph. "Sec,
Dick, this is the man love"
He looked ut it curiously ana laughed
softly.
"rhe boy, you mean. | must have
been about twenty then, Pretty little
fellow, wasn't |? Aren't those curling
locks poctical?"
She put the picture away hastily.
You had the soul of poet then"
she cried rescntfully.
THAT Is twenty years ago, Eleanor
and I've had some hard battles with
the world since then. The poetry Is
pretty well battered out of me. con.
fcss, but you might go home with me
ana put some poetry into my life once
more"
1T couldn't be, Dick. You are too
| too
"Say it, Eleanor-too fat, | suppose
you mean"
! "Not exactly" desperately, "but you
are too prosperous and too well salts
fed"
! II admit the prosperity, and / have
no reason TO be dissatisfied. really
thought, until saw you again, that |