Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1910-01-29
HUNTING AN IDEAL,
By M. QUAD.

Press.l
The main reason why Phillip Hutch
inson found himself bachelor stu
at the age of forty was because he had
an ideal and because he had never
found her He had looked and longed
and hoped, but she had not crossed MS
nath. She did not until after his for
tieth birthday. Then fate or fortune
or something else smiled on him.
Mr. Hutchinson was stroling up
Fifth avenue, New York, when his eye
caught a photo in showcase. 1here
she was-the counterfeit Of the woman
he had carried in his mind for thou
sands of days. Her hair was down.
and she was draped as an angel. How
the photographers get on to the anger
business without going to heaven Is
none of the public's business. You can
take their angels or leave them. rms
particular angel, as near as the OLD
bachelor could figure out had blond
hair blue eyes, ruby lips, and her voice
was the trill of a bird.
The ideal hunter stood long before
the picture and made up his MIND TO
hunt the earth over to find the original.
He did not go upstairs to find the
artist. He waited down below for the
artists boy, and that rising young man
replied TO him:
THAT gal? She came in carriage
and had a poodle Took away our
breath in minute. If l growed up
and had the scads-gee.'
But her name, boy-her name ana
address" demanded the man with the
beating heart
You can search me. The boss has
got 1t in a book, and he keeps the book
in n safe, She must be Fifth avenue
fier, though, and if you walk up and
down long huff you'll be sure to meet
her"
IL it hadn't been for the dreams that
Mr.. Hutchinson dreamed his legs ana
his perseverance would have given
out. He had various dreams or the
angel In the show case, and they al
WAYS heartened him up for the next
DAVIS hunt. In those dreams he was
always saving her from going over
Niagara falls, from mad BULL from
a joy ride auto going ninety miles an
hour and from other things.
March gave way to April, and still
the search went on. Sometimes II
rained on the searcher and sometimes
IT didn't. Sometimes he caught sight
of a face in a carriage and hope eter-
nal dubbed up in his breast, and some
times he simply saw females and drag
ged his weary legs along. One must
even give credit to the rat that gnaws
through a two inch plank. Clubmen
wondered and talked, but they didn't
get hold OF the truth. They took II
that Mr. Hutchinson was haunting
Fifth avenue in search of site to
erect an old mans home, If they had
any other idea he was man not to
be questioned.
April dragged away and May came
in. Up one side of the avenue and
down the other, just the same, Inc
photo still remained In the showcase,
and it was scrutinizcd regularly at
least twice day. The photographers
boy still remained, and gradually
feeling of pity came into his young
heart for the perSevering searcher. lie
always encouraged him with nod
when they met, but it was well along
in May when he waited at the show
case with a smile on his face to say:
Say, I've got news. That angel was
in the gallery ag'in yesterday"
"You don't tell me-" gasped MI
Hutchinson.
Sure as shootin and she ordered
the boss to send fifty Of her photos
to Coney Island. Said she was going
down there today"
But what for:"
Dunno. That's what she said. Meb-
be her dad has rented Dreamland for
bungalow. You orter find her down
there in a day"
"You are sure it was the same!'
Sure Mike! Can't any one tell an
angel after seeing her OnceSt! You go
right down there tomorrow and you'll
find her"
What was money to the searcher
when the search was so near ended
Another five changed hands, and at
the club that evening they noticed the
great change in Mr.. Hutchinson. lie
was joyous and loquacious, and they
said he had finally bought the site. lie
was down at COney by 10 o'clock next
forenoon. By noon he had made sure
that no angels were registered ut any
of the hotels. By 2 o'clock he had ex-
hausted the bungalow idea. Then a
feeling of despair crept into his heart,
and no entered a concert hall to brace
up on a sandwich and n glass Of beer.
He didn't brace. He wouldn't have
got into the place II he hadn't fallen
in. At the door, in big, cheap frame,
were a dozen photos Of the actresses
then doing the high kicking on the
stage, and that of the angel OF the
showcase led all the rest. Mr., Hutch
nson fell into the hall and on to a
chair, and for five minutes things
buzzed in his head, and he couldn
give his order to the waiter, who was
wondering if he was dead beat. Their
he saw the stage and his angel. She
was warblng and distinguishing at
the roof. Stunned, paralyzed and dunn
founded, he watched her until the cur
tain was rung down. Then she de-
scended from the clouds to him, and
in her birdlike trill she asked:
well, poppy, do you buy your girly
q beer?"
Two blocks away Mr.. Hutchinson