The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1914-11-04

The IDEAL GIRL
BY AMELIA THONEY.

BY AMELIA THoNEY.
Does q man ever marry his idea
girl? This Is the question asked BY
q mere" man. and he continues, IL
the following entertaining manner.
cant quite remember the date wher
my ideal girl first began to stand Out
distinctly In my mind, but I think
It was when I was twenty-five. She
was q heroine Of q book l had read
or, rather, q girl made up Of virtues
and graces of q dozen heroines. She
was the most adorable creature thai
ever was pictured. Her hair was 8
golden bronze, fine. silky, glossy, and
long. No hair but this kind ever ap
pealed to me. At first her eyes were
gray, but ! changed them to a sky
blue, because I discovered that thai
sort Is the most innocent and girl
ish. She was very tiny. just q lit
tie armfu that I could pick up. Hell
hands were small, slender, and very
pink. and her feet were just big enough
for baby shoes.
In other ways she was a very won
dertul Creature. She could be child
like and pleading. tender and WON
anly, cheerful and Industrious, self
reliant and strong. Q Joan Of Arc and
q baby by turns. I imagined her in
time of plenty sitting at my feet like
q childwife; in times OF hunger, turn
ing out a huge beefsteak pie; in the
springtime, securing the house from
top to bottom; q ministering angel In
sickness, the fairest Of the fair at Q
dance; timid when I felt strong,
brawny when my confidence was low
That's the sweetheart / chose, and,
having thus set her up-a creature OF
beauty, wit and work-the next thing
was to find her and marry her.
met q girl with golden-bronze hair,
but she was tall; 30, without con
sidering her further. I tried again
Soon I was introduced to one with
just the slight figure and appealing
blue eyes IL my ideal. Unfortunate.
ly, her hair was q rusty red, and when
/ imagined her at my Preside I closed
the acquaintance. .N
Strangely enough, within q week ]
met q girl who might have been the
twin sister Of the last, with this diff.
ference: she had the exact golden.
bronze hair Of my ideal. I was over.
toyed. I loved her as soon as I set
eyes on her hair and face, but hest
tated whenrI saw her hands and feet
They eiarge-huge! How could
kiss and fondle hands like those?
Since then I have met many girls
who were nearly like my ideal, but
not satisfactory. Those who were ten
der and childish, could not cook or
mend; those who could cook and
mend we're big and practical. One OF
them I nearly became engaged to-
She was pretty, slight. all I wished
but for one thing. or, rather, two;
her eyes were Q pale red. Many times
I looked into them, trying to make
I'D my mind II I could accept them in
place Of blue. II / never looked into
them, excepting at twilight, we might
be happy, Thought; but suppose some
time in the morning sunshine I took
that small face between my hands and
looked for two blue eyes, to be met
by pale red ones! My love would
surely die. Il dared not risk It.
Does a man ever find his ideal? And,
II he does. 4s she the sort that would
make him happyf have my doubts.
At Twenty-Five my bronze-haired, blue
eyed ideal Is but a memory; and I'm
afraid II I met her now, radiantly per
feet, I should not suffer a heart throb.
Another hsS: taken her place. One
day q mediuIh.sized girl came along
q girl with brown hair, brown eyes, a
CHEEKY, g~ood-fellow laugh, and a heart
bursting with affection. She has
laughed me into liking her very much.
What the next step will be I cannot
tell. but I doubt II a man ever mar
ries, or wants to marry his ideal girl