The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-12-25
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thrust through the fans sticks, were
lying on a chair.
WELL said the handkerchief. show
do you like this? We have had enough
sea air, at any rate, left out all night on
this damp piazza. 1t is outrageous. 1
look like an old rag
1T is careless Of her. answered the
fan. i feel very rheumatic, and / am
sure my sticks are spoiled
Spoiled l should think sol snap
ped the handkerchief; all the varnish is
coming of on me. / shall never be ft
to be seen again, and l hate rag-bags.'
1T is better than ash-boxes,' said the
fan, drearily; that is where / will be
thrown at last. 1t is awful | such dirty
people pick D up
We'll, it is nicer to be picked up by
a pleasant person. said the handker-
chief. That Mr.. Cartright, now. He
always picks me up so carefully when
our lady lets me fall. like him.
Yes, 1 know said the fan; but why
does she let us fall so oftenP / wonder
if ladies always jump up without look
ing what they hayeP 1t seems so. Up
they get, down roll dozens of things,
and off go the gentlemen to pick them
up. They swear owe it, too, some
times. when they roll far. So a ball OF
wo-sted told me-
ooh | ladies never think; it isn't ex-
pected,' said the handkerchief, shortly.
They are supposed to look pretty; that's
all. Dress does a great deal toward po-
sitiop. Our lady was very careful about
her toilettes for coming here. She has
handkerchiefs to match every Dress
She came to get into society, you know
Did shep said the fan, curiously.-
What does that meanP'
well, really answered the handker.
chief, contemptuously; you seem to
know very little Of the world; butt sup
possaquite simple-minded people live in
Japan
Japan laughed the fan; i never saw
the place Most OF us are made in Amer
ica aud perfumed. 1t does just as well.
But, never mind that. Tell me about
society. What must one do to get there2
Is it q placer
"a placer laughed the handkerchief,
in her turn. 4 should think not, in
deed. Society is people. Not every
body; but the people,
what sort are they 2 asked the fan
'handsome7'
well, not always, sometimes
'Clever2'
NO, not always; sometimes
Good people, perhapsT
i I'M afraid not always
'RichT'
Often, but not always; our lady is
rich enough, you know; her father made
it in a glue factory
We'll, what sort Of people is society,
then p said the fan.
oh, people Of family. The Walling-
fords and the Shushans and the Got.
tards in u town. They are society
Blood, you know
4 don't know anything Of the kind,
answered the fan, sturdily. I have
heard that Mr.. Wallingiord's grand
father kept a ~grogshop, and that Mr..
Gottard's mother made flowers for a
living before she was married. Is that
all society ISL
'Yon don't understand, said the hand.
kerchiei, Grossly; you are rather stupid
You can tell society people in a minute;
they have an air. They come into q
room as if they owned everything in it;
and SO they do. Plenty Of people bow
down to them
Ah now you begin to talk said the
fan.
Il am not so stupid; you did not tell
me properly before. / see now; | see
now. 1t is push which makes society;
smiling and bending, butpushing along
all the same, never minding snubs and
sliding into place after all. / have seen
people get through crowds that way; it
is the same sort Of thing. A smile and
by.your-leave here, and a gruf push
there, and a stiff beg pardon another
time, but always getting through, Be.
fore people know it sometimes, there
you are in front of them. They almost
wonder how you got there. Push, smile,
push, and on you go; all
Dear me- interrupted the handk err
chief, there comes our lady and with
Mr.. Gottard, for all the world. How did
she get to know himp'
why, said the fan, silly, he talked
to her all last evening, cory close, in
this very spot-were you asleep-why
didn't you tell me he was society,"
~ was so dark, murmured the hand
kerchiei, rather ashamed. 'One can't
tell society people in the dark
Obi here it u.s. said a bright, fresh
young voice. Il am so glad, Dear old
fan; l would not lose it for the world;
now
Nor would I have YOU answered Mr..
Gottard, very softly. 1T reminds me
Of one of the pleasantest evenings l ever
spent
Obi oh + whispered the fan to the
handkerchief; she is in society,"
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