WOMEN WE NEVER MARRY.

Matamata Record, Volume VII, Issue 580, 10 November 1924, Page 3

WOMEN WE NEVER MARRY.

Locked deep in the heart of every bachelor is a picture of the woman ho could love. And lest she should escape, many a man has thrown away the hey. This woman of our reveries is fashioned in a man's youth when he builds her of hair with sunlight in it, blue laughing eyes, and a love of the boa in her blood. He makes her fond of a dog and a singing tennis racket, of the resonant note of a piano and th« music of Shakespeare's words. Nearly always she has a merry heart. As he grows older she may change, though men of 40 sometimes cherish a picture like that in their hearts More often, though, there is one dreamwoman at 18, another 20, and a third past 30, when a man feels himself (in his grey moods) weighty with years. F.o that the laughing, blue-eyed girl has become, at 30,. the queenly woman of flashing eye and stately brow, a woman with tragedy and passion in her voice: more at ease in a theatre than on the links, and a better judge of the sonnet than a spaniel. Or maybe it is the other way about. But, whether she be petite or rceal. she has for him the spell that exalts him so that he could scale the heights. Not seldom does o his first actual vision of her come to him in a day-dream-all enchantment, and loveliness. Fancies tak shape. From out the mist comes the line. For him she has lived, spoken, loved. Henceforth lie goes about mutely searching, half-believing that oue day ..

But, truly, not many of us find our dream-hour' woman at all, and others discover her only when it is too late. There is tragedy" (and bachclordom for ever) in that. And the bachelors who marry—perchance they keep the dreamwoman just left locked deep, a, fairy to be thought of wistfully what time the work and battles and good things of life are met or conquered or enjoyed in company with a real woman. Or, perchance,"she proves to be the dreamwoman after all though vastly different in form. But for ever we keep her locked fast, a vision trembling with the suniight, and to the last she dances down the years beyond each.