Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-10-23
A DELueE OF HANDkERcHIEFs.

She Was Going Away, and All of Her
Friends Rene mbered Her.
She was going to leave hoine on an
extended visit, and her friends began to
hint of various little gifts of remem-
bra1ce which they would magnani-
mously bestow upon her departure. She
beamed gladly and looked at her old
gloves significantly when her brother
said something about a goodby present.
Her old purse, too-oh, she wouldn't be
Inundated by its loosened clasp burst
ing open at just the wrong time and re-
vealing its vast emptiness! Moreover,
she wouldn't experience any more con-
gestive chills when her last dime slipped
behind the tattered lining, and the con-
ductor fidgeted while he moved his lips
just as if he were rehearsing that por-
ton of the street railway bylaws in
which no one is entitled to a ride except
upon the payment of the nickel fare.
Her calling cards also-surely some one
would remember that she was now Miss
Smith, since Sister Sue was married.
And Mrs. Browningl Didn't she sigh
ont to every one she met that her whole
soul was in turmoil over an un-
quenchable desire for a volume of these
poems?
Well, about "a week before she left the
first package arrived.
cts just the size-it must be the
pocketbook," she cried joyfully. $50
soft, too-what beautiful leather it must
bel A place for small change and one
for bills-Ill stuff that full of cotton to
make it look full-and a pocket for
cards, I'm sure"
But, lol Upon disclosing the contents
there lay two handkerchiefs.
"Oh, WELL" she sighed, trying to be
optimistic; sit isn't so bad after all, for
the initials are pretty"
Following that every mail and every
caller left little bundles of various di-
mansions and degrees Of softness and
weight, and each time she opened them
with eager fingers, while visions Of en-.
graved pasteboards, fresh purses and
dainty poems rose in transcendent glory
before her expectant eye. But, alas
nothing but little linen squares till her
handkerchief box ran over and flooded
her whole dresser with waves Of snowy
linen.
"Do they expect me to have a contin
ual attack of infuenzaY' she cried il
sheer desperation as particularly
promising parcel evolved into seriei
Of pink, blue and cream squares.
She seriously contemplated following
the example of the young men of Har
ward, who drape their windows witt
curtains made of handkerchiefs pur
Joined from their various girl friends
she even dreamed of being smothere,
under the loads of odious things, ant
glared so savagely at the old washer
woman, who came home with profus
apologies because zone o them handker
chiefs got lost somehow" that the poo
creature fed in fear
At last she was at the station, and sh
gave a sigh of relief that she could no
possibly be attacked by any more hand
kerchief fiends. She was Just settle,
in the car, with magazine on the sea
beside her, instead Of the covete,
Browning, and she had contrived I
tuck her tattered purse down in he
jacket pocket with her tipless gloves
when papa handed over little packag
with:
Here, my dear, it's little, but
wanted to give you something"
She waited until they got out into tn
country, where the fresh air and tn
1eeting green and gold of the landscap
would revive her, when with trembling
half hearted haste she gingerly unite
the string. And there lay two handkei
chiefs!-Chicago News.