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SEARCH FOR A HUSBAND.

PRINCESS’S ROMANTIC QUEST. KHEDIVE’S NIECE IN HIGHLAND GLENS. BRAW LADDIES~SPORT NEW KILTS. Evidently Princess Della Patra, the beautiful neice of the Khedive of Egypt, is among those who refuse tp believe that the age of romance is dead, for she has now started out on a quest as romantic as any that dver appealed to mortals in the day> when everybody loved a romance. I confess it without shame I have started out on my world tour with the primary object of finding a husband, a mate in the truest sense of the word. Next to that it is my hope to appeal to my own sex to .give a trial'to the picturesque dress of my country. I believe that i£ >European and American wumeu could only see themselves in the garb of the East they would realise that it was the garb best suited to their sex, not onlv because of its picturesque effect, but because of its comfort and the manner in which it accentuates the charm of a woman’s figure. Probably readers will be more interested in the other side of my mission, and therefore I will discuss it now. Why shohld you leave your own country and come among us to seek your hfe-mate 1 is the question I can fancy thousands of British and American readers asking, and it is a fair question. The answer is that I am old-fashioned enough to have romantic notions in my. head, ana I do not think that any girl should be content to chosen Tier jnate from among the young men dwelling in the shadow of her father’s house. I think we ought to see the best the world has to offer before we make our decision. ' . , . I have seen in my limited experience that too many girls marry the first man they meet, only to find out afterwards that had they but known it their ideal mate was living further afield, and had they gone further they would have fared much better. I think that somewhere in this wide world is the ideal mate for me, the man who comes nearest to my ideal, and I hope to find him sooner or later. Tne man of my choice must be brave, he must be strong, and he must be the picture of robust, manhood. I have no place in mv life for the young creature with the manners of a girl, and more than a girl’s timidity. I want to feel that the man I have chosen is indeed my lord, whose commands , are to be obeyed, because I recognise that he was made to command, and it is my happiness to be commandea by him. My ideal man should be fond of outdoor sports, and have the ruddy glow of health on his cheeks,. ano the spring of the athlete in his limbr For all that he must not be a marwho neglects study dor outdoor games. A man who refuses- to keep nis health of mind as well as healtl of body is no use to me. While J do* not like effeminacy in map, I have no place for one ignorant of the rules of good breeding, or without chivalrous instincts. ’ Indeed in this respect, as in some other, I am as- old-fashioped as a girl could be. I have not ceased, to believe, in the days of captive maidens and the need for their rescue by Bold youths ready to dare dragons pnd giants for the sake of love. ‘ The dungeons of romance Still' with us, and the need for Sir. Galahads is as great as ever. It is only ,'the character of the dungeons that have changed. There is hardly a day that passes without its call , to the exercise of the qualities which the' knights of old exercised in the days of romance, and the only change is that many men have not changed with the times; they do not see in what direction their knightly position ought to be exercised today. America I have selected first as the scene of my quest, but that was only a geographical accident, due to the fact that America lay easiest of access. J think it better that I should see as much of the world as'possible before I make" my final choice, but when I have thought the matter over I have been forced to admit that it is hardly in America that I shall find my soul-mate. When I think of that subject my heart tells me that I am more likely to find all that I desire in the Highlands of Scotland, and in the course of time I hope to reach that country, I am coming to England very soon, and then I shall visit Scotland and Ireland. Why, you ask, do I believe that Scotland will be a good field for my quest?. Because I have always been struck by the qualities c»' the Scotch. I have seen the Highlanders in Alexandria and Cairo, and my heart* has gone out to these fine-looking men, who struck me as being hewn out of granite by the hand of a master artist. .1 am sure that men with such magnificent, carriage must possess the. qualities I prize most in the opposite sex, and in my day dreams my thoughts have always turned to these men who seemed so used to the arts of wa., but yet skilled in the softer arts of love. * _ , . When I was very young 1 used to stand within the grounds of the Highlanders as they passed through the streets. The more I saw of them the more I was convinced that they had qualities almost equal to those of the Greek gods, and I shall never forget the thrills that through and through me as I beheld the dark, soul-inspiring features of those strange-clad warriors from over the sea. I made it my bn® l ' ness to read all that I could of the Highland home of these men, and I am sure that when I go to see the Highlanders in their own country, I shall feel at home among men, because I shall be on ground saerqd

to the memory of the dreams of my girlhood, and no ground could be more sacred to the young woman on the threshold of life, especially the young woman whb has faith in romance. Another question I have been asked is. “Must your husband be rich?” That is a question not easy to answer. Motley is not everything in this world. Its possession help* one a great deal, but there is nothing so enervating as a life to luxurious ease, such as is led by some men cursed with too much 1 moneys and I believe that every man ought to be doing some useful work even u he has millions of money at his dispasal. I would prefer a man who had to work for very peniw of his income to one who just idled h ls time away, even though he were indulging in manly sports and taking me about to see sights and enjoy myself. I cannot understand girls who encourage men to lives of idleness. It is not the way of the girls of romance.

MANY MARRIAGE OFFERS In the olden times the. girls of the Christian race gave their hearts to the keeping-of men who were not content to be drones in the hive but went out into the world- to take their share in the management of it. If a working man on a wage of three pounds a week possessed the' qualities I look for in my ideal man, I should be content to marry him ana share his life if I were convinced that he really and truly Ipyed me and was inspired by the same ideals as my own. Since I -have been in America I have had many, offers of marriage, but I have turned them down, as you say, because they have come from rich men, who have not my belief in the sacred duty of doing useful work in the world.. They are content to idle array their time in eating and drinking, and follies of all kinds, ruining their mental moral, and physical health, and leaving the world the worse tdr their being in it. lam not an out-and-out believer in love in a cottage, because I think that if a man possesses the qualities I admire, he can always mike nis way in the world, but if. presentday conditions made it impossible for a man endowed as I wish him to be to make an income, to keep.us in comfort, I should still be willing to marry him, and take my share of the drudgery of . the cottage to which we were condemned by an UhItind and unappreciative world. That is my way of looking to the matter. It may not be the way that most women look at it but I think it is the only way that such a subject should be viewed by the sensible woman who believes , m romance.

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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume X, Issue 20, 7 January 1920, Page 2

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SEARCH FOR A HUSBAND. Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume X, Issue 20, 7 January 1920, Page 2

SEARCH FOR A HUSBAND. Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume X, Issue 20, 7 January 1920, Page 2