The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-02-24
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Fam and Handkerchief.
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"Well," said the handkerchief, SHOW
do you like this2 We have had enough |
sea air, at any rate, left out all night on
this damp place. This is outrageous
look like an old rag"
"It is careless Of her." answered the
fan. II feel rheumatic, and l am sure my
sticks are spoiled"
"Spoiled! should think sol" snapped
the handkerchief; "all the varnish is
coming off on me. shall never be fit to
be seen again, and l hate rag-bags." II
"It Is better than the ash-heaps," said
the fan, drearily; "that is where will be
thrown at last. 1t is awful! Such dirty
people pick one up"
"Well. it is nicer to be picked up by a
pleasant person." said the handkerchief.
''That Mr.. Cartright, now. He always
picks me up so carefully when our lady
lets me fall. I like him."
eyes, know" said the fan; "but why
does she let us fall so often? l wonder
lif ladies always jump up without look
Ting what they have? 1t seems so. UpI
they get, down roll dozens Of things, and
off 60 the gentlemen to pick them up.
They swear over it, too, sometimes, when
they roll so far. So a ball of worsted
told me-"
"Oh! ladies never think; it isn't ex-
pectedp said the handkerchief, shortly.
''They are supposed to look pretty, that's
all. Dress does good deal toward posi-
tion. Our lady was very careful about
her toilet for coming here. She has her
handkerchiefs to match every dress. She
came here to get into society, you
know"
"Did sheT' said the fan, curiously.
"What does that mean?'
"Well, really" answered the handker-
chief, contemptuously, "you seem to
know very little of the world; but sup
pose quite simple-minded people live in
Japan"
saw the place. Most of us are made in
America and perfumed. 1t does just as
we'll. But never mind that. Tell me
about society. What must one do to get
there? Is IT place?"
"a place." laughed the handkerchief,
in her turn. 81 should think not, in
deed. Society is people. Not every
body, but the people"
} "What sort are they" asked the fam
"handsomew
"Well, not always-sometimes."
"CleverW
" "No, not always-sometimes."
"Good people, perhaps%
"I am afraid not always" q"
"Richw
"Often, but not always. Our lady is
, rich enough, you know. Her father
made it in glue factory"
"Well, what sort of people is society,
then?' said the fan.
ooh, people of family--the Walling-
fords and the Shusans and the Gottards
in our town-they are society. Blood,
you know"
~ don't know anything Of the kind, .
: answered the fan, sturdily. "I have
I heard that Mr.. Wallingford's grandfather
} kept grog-shop, and that Mr.. Gottards
: mother made flowers for living before
$ she was married. Is that all society is?''
: "You don't understand" said the
handkerchief, Grossly; "you are rather
5 stupid. You can tell society people in a
n minute; they have an air. They come
:, into room. as if they owned everything
:; in it, and 70 they do. Plenty Of people
e bow down to them"
"Ah! how you begin to talk" said the
J; fan. 81 am not Sc stupid; you did moi
0 tell me properly before. I see now.
:, see now. 1t is push which makes society
smiling and bending, but pushing along
: all the same, never minding snubs anC
e sliding into places, after all. | have seer
: people get through crowds that way; il
:, is the same sort Of thing here. A smile
n and by your leave here, and gruff pusf
e there, and stiff beg pardon another
It time, but always getting through. Before
= people know it sometime, there you arr
# In front of them. They almost wonder
IS how you got there. Push, smile, push
y and on you go; all"
d "Dear me-" interrupted the handker
e chief, "There comes our lady-and will
d Mr.. Gottard, for all the worldl How
= did she get to himT
"Why," said the fan, slyly, che talket
d to her all last evening, very close, il
ee this very spot-were you asleep?-wh.
q didn't you tell me he was societyF''
e "It was dark" murmured the hand
q kerchief, rather ashamed. "One can
1t tell society people in the dark"
/ "Oh, here it is" said bright, fresl
e young voice. 81 am SO glad. Dear Of,
q fan. / would not lose it for the world
; now"
!, "Nor would I have you," answere,
y Mr.. Gottard, very softly. 'Tt remind
> me one of the pleasantest evenings l eve
u u spent"
y "Oh! ohp whispered the fan to tn
!, handkerchief; "she is in society"