The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-10-01
A DELUGE OF HANDkERCHiEFS.

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
hiut of various little gifts of remem-
brance which thsy 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 cid purse, too-oh, she wouldn't be
Inundated by its loosened clasp burst
ing opsn at just the wrong time and re-
vealing its vast emptiness! Moreover,
she wouldn't experience any more con-
gestive chilis when her last dime slipped
behind the tattered lining, and the con-
ductor fdgeted 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 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
quenchable desire for a volume of these
poems?
Well, about week before she left the
first package arrived.
E'It's just the size-it must be the
pocketbeok," she cried joyfully. $50
soft, too-what beautiful leather it must
bel A place for small change and one
fer bills-L'll stuff that full of cotton to
make it look fall-and q pocket for
cards, I'm sure,"
But, lol Upon disclosing the contents
there lay two haadaerchiefs.
''Oh, WE'LL" 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 contin-
ual attack of Influenza" she cried in
sheer desperation as a particularly
promising parcel evolved into series
Of 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-
Joined from their various girl friends;
she even dreamed of being smothered
under tho loads of odious things, and
glared SO savagely at the old washer
woman, who came home with profuse
apologies because lone O them handker-
chiefs got lost semehow," that the poor
creature FED in fear.
AT last shaswas at the station, and she
gave sigh of relief that she could not
possibly be attacked by any more hand
kerchief fends. She was JUST settled
in the car, with magazine ON the seat
beside her, instead of the coveted
Browning, and she had contrived TO
tuck her taGtered purse down in her
jacket pocket with her tipless gloves,
when papa handed over a little package
with:
"Here, my dear, it's little, but l
wanted to give you something"
She waited until they got out into the
country, where the fresh air and the
feeting 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-
oI;ofct- (1bioooo Name