Arizona republican., 1892-11-24
A DEUCE OF HANDKsRcHIEFs.

She Was Going Away. and All of Her Friends Remembered Her.
 She was going 10 leave home on an extended visit, and her friends began to hint Of various little gifts of remem- | brance which they would magnani- mously bestow upon her departure. She beamed gladly and looked ct her old gloves significantly when her brother sad something about a goodby present Her old purse, too-oh, she wouldn't be humiliatcd by its loosencd clasp burst ing open at j0st the wrong time and re- veallnS its vast emptiness! Moreover. sho wouldn't experience any more con. gestlye chiiis when her last dime slipped behind the tattcred lining, aud the con ductor tdgCted while he moved his ltps just as 1T he were rehearsing that DOT ton of the street railway bylaws in which no one i5 entitled to 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 rlarried. And Mrs. Browningl Didn't she sigh out to every ono she net that her whole soul was il a turmoil over an un- quenchable desire for volume of these poems:
 Well, about a week before sine left the first package arrived.
 Its just the size--it must be the pocketbook,' she c.iel joyfully. "So soft, too-what beautiful leather it must be! A place for small change and one Tor bllis-lll stuff that full of cotton to make 1t look full-and a pocket for cards, I'm sure"
 But, To! Upon disclosing the contents there lay two handkerchiefs.
 "Oh, we'll" she sighed, trying to be optimistic; Lit isn't so bad after all, foi 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 ras;cboards, 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 contin- ual attack of inhuenzaI" she cried in sheer desperation as a particularly promising parcel evolved into a series of pink, blue and cream squares.
 She seriously contemplated following the example of the young men of liar yard, who drape their windows with curtains made of handkerchiefs pur. Joined from their various girl friends; she even dreamed of being smothered under the loads of odious things, and glared so savagely ut the old washer woman, who came home with profuse apologies because "one O them handker- chiefs got lost somehow" that the poor creature fed in fear.
 At last she was at the station, and she gave sigh of relief that she could no. possibly be attacked by any more hand kerchief fends. She was just settled in the car, with a magazine on the seat beside her, instead of the coveted Browning, and she had contrived 10 tuck her tattered purse down in her jacket pocket with her tipless gloves, when papa handed over little package with:
 "Here, my dear, it's little, but wanted to give you something"
 She waited until they got out into the country, where the fresh air and the fleeting green and gold of the landscape would revive her, when with trembling, half hearted haste she gingerly united the string. And there lay two handker- chiefs!-Chicago News.