Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-04-23
SOME DiLEMMAS.
But the Worst One Was the Story Of the
Letters.

But the Worst One Was the Story Of the
Letters.
They were having a real nice time TO-
gether, and they had told each other al
most all of their private affairs when one
of them remarked, as she deftly removed a
marshmallow from hatpin on which she
had toasted it, Look here, girls, l wish
you would tell me the very worst thing
that ever happened to you"
Him." replied the plump brunette
THAT is easy enough in my own case. 1t
happened the last time l went sleighing
with Tom. You see, we quarreled desper-
ately and"--
"Was that it'" slyly put In the tall
blond.
ut was not. 1t was the discovery after
l had refused to speak to him that had
lost my handkerchief. We had five miles
yet to reach home, and l had cold any
how, SO you may imagine my sufferings. :"
Mercy on us, that was nothing at all, :"
groaned the tall blond. Don't waste any
sympathy on hcr, girls, but listen to me. 1
was just starting to dress the other day
when Walter sent up a message that he
had stopped on his way to the train and
Nouidh 1 SCo Jllll LUZ d IllUIucHU IlRuo
away? In my haste 1 got on Mays back
hair instead of my own. 1t is nine shades
darker, so you can imagine the effect. The
parlor curtains were at tho laundry, too,
the sun was shining brutally in and 1
discovered my mistake in the mantel mir
ror as J. took my scat. Think Of it'll After
he had written poem, which was almost
accepted by a magazine, to my 'Riotous
Golden Hair!'"
"Oh, ohp' groaned the first girl, "that
was simply awful! AS for me, you know
I would perish before l would admire
Dora's sleeves Well, one night l staid
with her and nearly died of envy at her
now dark blue waist"
1.-The one with sleeves like sublimated
sofa pillowsF" queried the plump brunette
'The same. 1 had on my pink one, but
1t faded away like a sunrise before hers
I determined to have sleeves like those or
fill an early grave, SO in the morning told
her that couldn't possibly wear my pink
waist home in daytime, and she actually
loaned me hor new one"
Even Dora has good fit sometimes, 4"
said the tall blond.
IN hm. I went home as fast as could,
took off the waist which l had promised
to send right back, and flew to the dress
makers with it. She promised to make
my new sleeves just like EN-, and was
coming peacefully away when whom
should I meet ON the Threshold but Dora
hcrself!'
'Oh, Fan, how awfulr'
'It was. Not as bad as it might have
been, though, for she had my pink waist
in her hand. She had come to have the
garniture on it copied. Of course neither
of us could say word, but the one mo-
ment in which knew that was found
out was the most awful Of my life. l
woke up at night bathed in cold perspira-
ton at the thought of it"
And no WONDER" said tho other girls
in chorus. "Do have some more marshmal-
lows, dear"
Tho melancholy girl with the brown
hair heaved a sepulchral sigh: II am glad
to know that other people have woes too.
I have mine. George and quarreled des-
peratcly yesterday because he actually
said was flirting with JIM
And were you?" queried the blond.
"Of course not. denied it indignant
ly and gave back his ring on tho spot.
When he was gone, bundled up his let
tiers, called a messenger and sent them off
before drew breath. Today discovered
that had by mistake nclosed lot of
Jim's with thom, and now Pm wondering
how I'm ever going to explain them away"
And for moment there was an awed
silence in the room.-Chicago Tribune.