Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1915-09-30
DORRYS IDEAL LOVER
BY SHIRLEY CARSON.

DO describe your ideal hero,
Dorry." begged the girls. The one
you would welcome to the castle of
your heart" added Eleanor sentiment
ally.
Derry crossed her slim ankles and
clasped her hands around her knees
Sitting there on the grass In her lit
tie white frock, she looked very young
and very lovely, but Dorothy WAS past
twenty.
Well, she began. loking dream
lily into distance. he must be tall:
six foet anyway, as much more as
would be In proportion to his per-
fectly magnificent physique"
Mercy" breathed Susan. 1T
would cost heap to feed such a
giant" Her eyes met those of Peter
Ford and she was conscious OF a
panied look in his honest brown eyes.
Susan WINGED and was sorry that they
had urged Dorothy to express her
opinion concerning heroes. Peter
Ford was so hopelessly In love with
her little sister-and he fell 50 far
short OF the ideal mani Poor Peter,
with his fine intellectual head and his
hopelessly blunt and commonplace fea-
tlres; his slight stature and his hon
est glance beneath a thatch OF straight
black hair! Every careless word OF
Dorothy's was turning the knife IN
pafpr1o IovoI 11.iuu haort
so Susan fell very silent, while Dor
othy's voice tricklod on, musical rip
pie of words:
WITH curling, golden hair like
a Greek gods; eyes blue and mystic
as the sea; straight nose; a firmly
modelled mouth and dimpled chin.
Oh, don't care" pouted Dorothy, at
their laughter. Il do think man
with dimpled chin Is too alluring,"
my word" cried Jimmy Dean
shrilly.
Don't be silly, dearl" whispered
Susan, warnlngly, but Dorothy only
shrugged a careless shoulder and with
a pink color flying In her cheeks went
on recklessly,
He must be musical and an ath-
lete-and fond Of all outdoor sports.
He mustn't read anything except the
newspapers.
I'm afraid led be a 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 and there was a fragrance
OF roses from the garden beyond the
fish pond.
Lazily Dorothy tossed aside hst- book
and made her way slowly toward the
rose garden.
But the garden was already ten
anted.
Standing before great bush of
pink roses, his hands grasplng the
thorny stems and crushing the masses
OF oink blooms against his cheeks, was
Peter Ford
She went close up to him. and still
he did not turn to greet her.
Tmidly she touched his arm
Peter" she whispered
He turned a haggard face and
looked down at her from burning
eyes.
"Well?' he demanded. almost
harshly.
Il suppose-you think I'm awfully
shy she stammered "a perfect
idiot"
You know | never could think any
thing like that about YOU he said.
a mean silly when talking about
castles and ideal lovers and every
thing. I was hopelessly silly, know
NO, you are not that he said.
slowly but you are young and beau
tiful, Dorothy, and who could blame
you for desiring a mate TO match
your own loneliness? Not ~
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
IL 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-but" admitted Dorothy, tear
fully that description was the exact
opposite OF my ideal. THERE You've
made me say It. Peter Ford!"
Say what?' he demanded. grasp
ing her hands and looking into her
dropping face Are you playing with
me, Dorothy
Il couldn'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 hard like two
happy children They paused at the
fish pond and Susan saw them bend
ing over It's telltale surface