Here is another letter from Reading, Pa:
Dear Sir: I notice by Sunday's paper that you are looking
for a wife. Now, strange to relate, I am looking for a
husband. I don't know what your requirements are, but I do
know mine, and the chief ones of them are money, a good
home, less work and worry, and happiness. If love comes,
too, I shall not object, although I have lived long enough
to realize that there can be a sort of lukewarm happiness
without love.
Be that as it may, I judge my capacity is sufficiently
large to satisfy the sort of a man I judge you to be. Now,
for the next item of importance--myself. I am tall and
slender, five feet six inches high, and quite "figuresque,"
as one of my girl friends tells me. I am of the
Irish-American type; hair medium in shade and profuse as to
quantity; deep-set, very bright gray eyes; good carriage,
on account of which strangers often consider me haughty--an
entirely erroneous idea.
Am of a lively, frolicsome nature. I am full of fun, and
no matter how black things are I always find something
to laugh at. I am twenty-three years old, and decidedly
domestic, that being, in fact, my only accomplishment. I
am artistic only along some lines; have no musical talent
and am not an artist, but I love both devotedly. Am very
practical, in fact, and a good housekeeper. There is lots
more I might tell you, but we will call this enough for the
present. Should like to know something about you, and hope
you will be as truthful and frank as I have been.
Sincerely yours,
MARY ANDERSON.