Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-07-21
From the Portland Press.
GODIYA'S POCKET HANDKERCHIEF.

Godiva was going to town, hair and
all, and that implies good deal Gas it
did when one rode through Coventry.
From her feet to her hands her ap-
pointments were perfect. Her chest
nut brown hair threw its curling tassels
down over suit of lighter shade, her
brown hat served as foil for the pleas
ants plume erected thereon, her gloves
were No. 6, her boots Nc. 2. She felt
that she did herself .credit, and was
disposed to beam on the world gener-
ally in consequence. Clown" that
morning, meant some shn,ssiaeoo nIce
visits q ripls little saunter generally,
for GodiVa was unspoiled enough to en-
JOY the window side Of pictures and
pretty things, and was not wholly
averse to the prolific view of herself the
glass was complaisant enough to- hold
up for her amusement. Did / say she
was very pretty? Yes, she was, except
when she cried or had cold in her
head, under which circumstances no.
body that ever I heard of looked well.
So this dainty little lady reached the
station without rufHing feather, and
seating herself In, the cars she glanced
about her for subjects for mental dis
cussion, as young ladies will. There
was the usual young woman with the
saffron hued baby In a blue cap with
narrow white taste. ribbons falling into
its eyes-and the two mascuhnes in at
tendance, one apparently the father and
the other the uncle, each taking turns
at holding the baby in the most unnat-
ural position possible, while the mother
tied her bonnet strings and CLICKED,
with a pin in her mouth, to her wink
ing progeny. Godiva recalled the
wicked publican as she murmured to
herself, 81 never did see so many ugly
people In my whole life! that woman
really makes me ache-she is so sin
fully plain, poor thing but dare say
her husband dotes on her. Achee
achee!" her sentence ended abruptly.
ooh thou base conductor" thought
she, show couldst thou leave open
that door," feeling Immediately her
fate was sealed. as fatal SILVER ran
over her. She put her hand in he
pocket for her handkerchief, but her
Russia leather pocket and small
key alone showed themselves in answer.
"It isn't possible that I have been off
and forgotten my handkerchief |"
calculated she the color coming to
her cheeks as hitherto unnoticed pair
of blue eyes belonging to young man
glanced at her from seat near ssDear
me what shall I do? l shall
have to sniff in spite of good manners.
Here she gave gentle drawing of her
breath and held her face close to the
window, absorbed apparently in the
uninviting prospect; but the tickling in
her throat, the coming drops in her
eyes, alb, no betokened cold already
upon her. Godiva groaned in spirit.
eff only was that ugly woman over
there, whom / laughed at wish now
/ hadn't-and wore cotton gloves,
could give sly pinch to my nose, as
she does, but-O what can [ do till
reach town? I feel worse. every
moment, and must have a. handkerchief |
now, I can't wipe my eyes on my dress
or my petticoat because I can't get at I
them nor my starched sleeves sniff,
sniff, who ever heard of lady without |.
a pocket handkerchief before Achee |
achee-e!" The very audible reyerbera-
ton startled the gentleman opposite