Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1892-10-07
A DELUGE OF HANDkERCHIEFS
She Was Going Away, and All Of Her
Friends Remembered Her.

She Was Going Away, and All Of Her
Friends Remembered Her.
She was going to 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 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
Tag open at just the wrong time and re-
vealing its vast emptiness! Moreover,
the wouldn't experience any more con-
Eestive chills when her last dime slipped
behind the tattered lining, and the con
Guctor fidgeted while he moved his lips
Just as if he We're rehearsing that por-
lion of the street railway bylaws in
which no one is 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 married.
And Mrs. Browning! Didn't she sigh
out to every one she met that her whole
soul WAS in turmoil over an I'M
4uenchable desire for volume of these
poems?
Well, about week before she left the
first package arrived.
Its just the size-it must be the
pocketbook," she cried joyfully. $50
soft. too-what beautiful leather it must
be! A place for small change and one
for bills-Ill stuff that full of cotton to
make it look full-and pocket for
cards, I'm sure"
But, 10. Upon disclosing the contents
there lay two handkerchiefs.
''Oh, WELL" she sighed, trying to be
optimistic; lit isn't so bad after all, for
the initials are pretty"
Following that every mail and every
caller left little bundles of various d.
mensions 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
Defore her expectant eye. But, alas.
hothing 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 Influenza she cried in
'heer desperation as a particularly
promising parcel evolved into a series
ii pink. blue and cream squares.
She seriously contemplated following
the example Of the young men of Har-
ward, who drape their windows with
curtains made of handkerchiefs pur-
loined from their various girl friends;
the even dreamed of being smothered
nnder the loads of odious things, and
tlared so savagely at the old washer
Woman, who came home with profnse
apologies because zone o. them handker-
lhicfs got lost somehow that the poor
creature fed in fear.
At last she was at the station, and sine
rave sigh of relief that she could not
possibly be attacked by any more hand
lerchief fiends. She was inst settled
in the car, with magazine on the seat
beside her, instead Of the coveted
Browning. and she had contrived to
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
eonntry, where the fresh air and tie
Geeting green and gold of the landscape
would revive her. when with trembling.
taf hearted haste she gingerly united
the string. And there lay two handker-
chiefs.-Chicago News.