The Raymer enterprise., 1915-08-12
OoRAY's IDEAL LOVER
BY SHIRLEY CARSON.

your heart added Eleanor sentiment.
ally.
porry crossed her slim ankles and
clasped her hands around her knees.
Sitting there on the grass in her lit.
ue white frock, she Looked very young
aud very lovely, but Dorothy was past
twenty.
"Well.' she began, loking dream.
lily into distance, he must be tall;
Six feet anyway, as much more as
would be in proportion to his per.
teetly magnificent physique
Mercy" breathed Susan. 1T
would cost a heap to feed such a
giant Her eyes met those of Peter
Ford and she was conscious of
PANIED look in his honest brown eyes.
susan WINGED and was serry that they
mad urged Dorothy to express her
opinion concerning heroes. Peter
Ford was SO hopelegsly in love with
her little sister-and he fell SO far
short of the ideal man, Poor Peter,
with his fine intellectual head and his
hopelessly blunt and commonplace fea.
lures, his slight Stature and his hon
est glance beneath a thatch o. straigh.
biack hair! Every careless word CT
Dorothy's was turning the knife in
Peter's loyal. loving heart.
So Susan fell very silent, while Dor.
othy's voice trickled on, musical rip
pie of words:
with curling. golden hair like
Greek gods; eyes blue and mystic
us the sea; straight nose; a firmly
modelled mouth and dlmpled chin.
Oh, ! don't care pouted Dorothy. at
their laughter. i do think q man
with q dimpled chin is too alluring,"
My word" cried Jimmy Dean
shrilly.
Don't be silly, dear,' whispered
Susan, warninsly, but Dorothy only
shrugged careless shoulder and with
pink color flying In her cheeks went
on recliessly:
He must be musical-and an a,h-
iete-and fond Of all outdoor sports.
He mustn't read anything except the
newspapers
I'm afraid he'd be horrid bore"
remarked Susan dryly.
Peter Ford was walking away to-
ward the fish pond.
The guests scattered to other amuse-
ments. and after while Dorothy was
left alone. The sun WAS sending
long, slanting shadows across the
green turf ana there was a fragrance
OF roses from the garden beyond the
fish pond
Laz'ty Dorothy tossed aside her book
and made her way slowly toward the
rose garden.
But the garden was already ten.
entcd.
Standing before a great bush Of
pink roses. his hands grasping the
thorny stems and crushing the masses
Of pink blooms against his cheeks, was
Peter Ford
She went close rp to him, and still
he did not turn to greet her.
Timidly she touched his arm.
Peter, she whispered.
He turned haggard face and
looked down at her from burning
eyes.
"Well?" he demanded, almost
harshly.
4 snppose-you think I'm awfuliy
silly" she stammeged; "a perfect
IDIOT"
"Yon knew neyer could think any
thing ike that about you," be said.
Il mean silly when talking about
castles and ideal lovers ana every
thing. was hopelessly silly, | know"
mo, you are not that he said,
slowly, hut you are young and beau
tiful, Dorothy, and who could blame
you for desiring a mate to match
your own loveliness? Not II"
1T couldn't make any difference to
you, anyway. Peter" half whispered
Dorothy, turning her face away from
him. You wouldn't want to live in
my castle"
Not with that paragon of perfec.
ton you described"
A-I wouldn't either!' cried Doro-
thy, with astonishing inconsistency.
I'd be bored to death
But You said you described your
IDEAL protested Peter lamely.
"But-hut," admitted Dorothy, tear
fully, that description was the exact
opposite OF my ideal. There! You've
made me say il, Peter FoTd."
Say what?' he demanded, grasp
ing her hands and looking into her
drooping face. Are you playing with
me, Dorothy"
Il coulan't play when-it means so
much to me," she confessed, with
sweet humility.
There was an eloquent hush IN the
rose garden.
Susan waiting on the terrace for
her sister, spied Dorothy coming
across the lawn with Peter Ford
They were hand in hand like two
happy children. They paused at the