The Booming of Acre Hill And Other Reminiscences of Urban and Suburban Life by Bangs, John Kendrick - I

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The Booming of Acre Hill And Other Reminiscences of Urban and Suburban Life

I

MR. AU­GUS­TUS RICHARDS'S IDE­AL

Mr. Au­gus­tus Richards was thir­ty years of age and un­mar­ried. He could af­ford to mar­ry, and he had ad­mired many wom­en, but none of them came up to his ide­als. Miss Fotheringay, for in­stance, rep­re­sent­ed his no­tions as to what a wom­an should be phys­ical­ly, but in­tel­lec­tu­al­ly he found her wo­ful­ly be­low his re­quired stan­dard. She was tall and state­ly--Ju­noesque some peo­ple called her--but in her con­ver­sa­tion she was de­cid­ed­ly flip­pant. She was in­ter­est­ed in all the small things of life, but for the great ones she had no in­cli­na­tion. She pre­ferred a dance with a cal­low youth to a chat with a man of learn­ing. She wor­shipped ar­ti­fi­cial in-​door life, but had no sym­pa­thy with na­ture. The coun­try she abom­inat­ed, and her ideas of rest con­sist­ed sole­ly in a change of lo­cal­ity, which was why she went to New­port ev­ery sum­mer, there to in­dulge in fur­ther routs and dances when she wea­ried of the routs and dances of New York.

Miss Pat­ter­son, on the oth­er hand, rep­re­sent­ed to the fullest de­gree the in­tel­lec­tu­al stan­dard Mr. Au­gus­tus Richards had set up for the win­ner of his af­fec­tions. She was fond of po­et­ry and of mu­sic. She was a stu­dent of let­ters, and a clever talk­er on al­most all the arts and sci­ences in which Mr. Au­gus­tus Richards de­light­ed. But, alas! phys­ical­ly she was not what he could ad­mire. She was small and in­signif­icant in ap­pear­ance. She was pal­lid-​faced, and, it must be con­fessed, ex­treme­ly scant of locks; and the idea of mar­ry­ing her was to Mr. Au­gus­tus Richards lit­tle short of pre­pos­ter­ous. Oth­ers, there were, too, who at­tract­ed him in some mea­sure, but who like­wise re­pelled him in equal, if not greater mea­sure.

What he want­ed Mrs. Au­gus­tus Richards to be was a com­pos­ite of the best in the beau­ti­ful Miss Fotheringay, the in­tel­lec­tu­al Miss Pat­ter­son, the com­fort­ably rich but ex­treme­ly loud Miss Bar­rows, with a dash of the virtues of all the oth­ers thrown in.

For years he looked for such a one, but sea­son af­ter sea­son passed away and the ide­al failed to ma­te­ri­al­ize, as un­for­tu­nate­ly most ide­als have a way of do­ing, and hith­er and yon Mr. Au­gus­tus Richards went un­mar­ried, and, as so­ci­ety said, a hope­less­ly con­firmed old bach­elor--more's the pity.