The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1910-03-30
HUNTING An IDEAL,
BY M. QUAD.

FrGSS.i
Ine main reason why Phillip Hutch.
nson found himself a bachelor still
at the age of forty was bec9x7e he had
an Ideal and because he had never
found her. He had looked and lonced
and hoped. but she had not crossed his
path She did not until after his for
tieth birthday. Then fate or fortune
or something else smiled on him.
Mr.. Hutchinson was strolling up
Fifth avenue, New York. when his eve
caught photo in showcase. There
she was-the counterfeit of the woman
ne 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 angel
business without going to heaven is
none Of the pubic's business. You can
take their angels or leave them. This
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 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 poodle. Took away our
breath in minute. If / growed up
and had the scads-geep'
But her name, boy-her name and
address, demanded the man with the
beating heart.
You can search me- The boss has
got it in a book, and he keeps the book
in safe. She must be a Fifth avenue
fier. though, and if you walk up and
down long huff you'll be sure to meet
her."
II it hadn't been for the dreams that
Mr.. Hutchinson dreamed his legs and
his perseverance would have given
out. He had various dreams of the
angel in the show case, and they al
ways heartened him up for the next
days hunt. In those dreams he was
always saving her from going over
Niagara falls, from a 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 it
rained on the searcher and sometimes
1t didn't. Sometimes he caught sight
of 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 it
| that Mr. Hutchinson was haunting
Fifth avenue in search of a site TO
erect an old mans home, If they had
any other idea he was a 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. The
| photo still remained in the showcase,
! and it was scrutiniZed regularly at
| least twice a day. The photographer
boy still remained, and gradually a
feeling of pity came into his young
heart for the persevering searcher. He
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 Mr..
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
a bungalow. You orter find her down
there in day"
You are sure it was the same!
"Sure Mike! Can't any one tell an
angel after seeing her oncest? You &c
right down there tomorrow and you Il
find her"
What was money to the searcher
when the search was so near ended
Another five changed hands, and al
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 at any
of the hotels. BY 2 o'clock he had ex
hausted the bungalow idea. Then
feeling of despair crept into his heart
and he entered a concert hall to brace
I'D on a sandwich and glass of beer
He didn't brace. He wouldn't have
got into the place If he hadn't falieI
in. At the door. in big, cheap frame
were a dozen photos of the actresses
then doing the high kicking on tn
stage. and that of the angel OF thu
showcase led all the rest. Mr.. Hutch
inson fell into the hall and on to
chair. and for five minutes thing
buzzed In his head. and he couldn'
give his order TO the waiter, who wa
wondering if be was dead beat. Thel