Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-08-20
DAILY. STORY
OUR IDEALS.

lSaDel ana L HNeu Ill Iesiuehliai
park ON the side of what was called
Lake mountain.
1t was q summer morning. The
mountain side on which the park was
situated faced east, and the sun shone
bright and warm on the face of every
house, sparkling ON the dew it had not
yet dried from leaves and flowers. EV-
cry garment we wore was white, lsa-
bells being lawn, believe; mine, thin
flannel. l would have scorned to wear
hat. Hats in summer for young
bloods have gone out of fashion.
There was a walk shaded by many
trees beside Il rivulet running through
deep ravine. We turned from the
road into this ravine. Presently we
came to a large fiat stone, on which we
sat. Below us the water gurgled and
dubbed and sparkled. l love the
sound of running water.
We were at that age-I was twenty,
Isabel nineteen-when boy and girl
must talk philosophy or at least what
they think is the bedrock of those prin-
ciples which are to govern their lives.
The visible world they have already
seen. They are Just getting their first
glimpse of the world of thought. Be
meath both is a mingling of the spirit
ual and the sensual, the former of
which charms them to Il want of rec
ignition of the latter.
Robbins is back from college" re-
@I,, oil J;,.t.N, NJ
commencement, 1 believe"
Il haven't seen him yet" said Isabel
indifferently.
perhaps you don't fancy scholars?"
Not if scholarship is all there is to
them"
what is your ideal in a man,"
well" meditatively, Il think l
should like him tall. slender and with
raven black hair. His eyes
Il don't mean physically; mean his
moral and intellectual makeup"
ooh, 1 should want him to be
morally brave. He should always
| choose the nObler part. He must never
do anything mean, be always generous,
| kind, fOrgiving honorable"
l was troubled. l feared l was not
quite up to her standard. Indeed, If
she knew of sundry small acts of mine
| she would despise me.
"Then ! should like him smart" she
| went on, warming with her subject
| mot one of those blear eyed, spec
| tacled persons who If you speak to
| them appear to wake up as from Il
dream and cape at you; | mean, rather.
one of those fellows who can take
| prizes with theses at the same time
| they are winning the game for their
college on the gridirOn, who can leap
streams and walls On horseback. who
sing delightfully."- always prefer 4
| tenor voiCe-who are sure to take Il
! high stand when they get into the
/ broader battlefield of the world
| 1t did not occur to me that this
| ideal demigOd was not likely to be
| realized in one and the same person
| was intent only on the great height
on which he stood-that is. the dis
lance between him and me. l was one
| of the kind who could not learn with.
! out digging" and l confess l was toe
| lazy 10 dig. l couldn't engage il
| games because | was nearSightcd, rath
er small and tritle lame, though the
latter defect / managed to conceal
| What under heaven could Isabel see
in me to love with this ideal hero IL
her mind?
shall 1 give you my ideal of I
wOman?" / asked.
She stirred the dirt with the tip OF
her parasol meditatively.
mo she said after consideration
81 know your ideal of a woman"
This was remarkable. since l had II;
ideal. Young fellows don't spend thci
time conjuring up ideal girls. There ar,
lots of other things to take up thei
attention.
What is my ideal?"
"Nettie Sackett."
I had spent some time with Mis-
Sackett at the tennis court the pre-
viOus afternoon, Isabel being present
Miss Sackett didn't play tennis, and
couldn't. on account of my lame leg
We couldn't very well help being to
gether
Then you have only to give me Mis-
| cdIhttJ W tApItSo
| You don't care for beauty. Mis-
Sackett is not beautiful, you know
nobody pretends to call her so-and a
intellectual girl would bore you. Mis-
Sackett wasn't remarkable at schoo
Indeed, she failed at the final examine
ton. You like wit in 4 girl, and YOU
: find it in Miss Sackett. Her tongue
sharp as razor. The only objection
y have to this feature is that she slashe
\ people behind their backs"
\ picked up stone and threw it int
little pool in the stream below
y There was a sound l always like I
X hear-a sort of PUNK. l was med
y tating on the difference between ISi
X bells ideal of man and mine of
y woman. Isabel sat unconcerned. Sine
K she pictured my ideal herself it didn
Y require a very high appreciation {
X herself to rise above it. There wa
y something unfair about the proceedin,
X but my limited knowledge of the idi,
cuncrocioc IF woman did NOT admit ,