The Nevada County picayune. (Prescott, Ark.) 190?-current, 1906-06-12
A JAR OF PICKLES.

lTOpped INTO q CIldII Win sum toN"A
disregard of her gray velvet suit that
/ knew, whatever it was, it was seri-
Gus
Don't ever mention pickles TO me
again" she protested accusingly and
hurled off her fnrs
las a topic Of conversation" | fiared
up, 4 can think Of several things more
interesting than"
ION, know" broke in EsteIla,
YEARLY. I've had such a perfectly
awful day-you cant imagine! And 1t
isn't finished yet. Whatever Bon viii
think Of me
You were mentioning pickles. /
suggested. hopefully
81 started from home at ten O'Clock
this mUIliA- vida me pickles, bslel-
la explained. aftae tEinking moment
you see il was an informal sort OF
gathering this afternoon over on the
north side and every one had to take
sometime. The -.rls know about my
mothers special bran of cucumber
pickles and so they allotted the pickles
to me 1t was a big jar, nicely wrap
ped in Iight-brown paper ! took the
train for The city and it was so crowd
ed hat | had to stand up.
The little Prescott girl who lives
next to us, stood by me, She jerked
my sleeve FIVE minutes after We left
the station and horrifiedly pointed 70
the skirt of the woman next me. My
dear, her skirt-her lovely, newly tail
ored, tan broadcloth skirt-was spat-
tered from waist to hem with some
thing that kept on scattering as
stared As bent over TO look more
closely there was liquid, gulping
sound and something spurted over my
hands-incased in new 81 gloves, by
the way. II was the pickle vinegar,
and il was all over my skirt, too, for
I'd been carefully holding it upside
down.
Il turned on the little Prescott girl
fercely Don't you dare say world
of the time hoping that woman
wouldn't discover what ! had done and
STAY me on the spot
When the train stopped ! simply
bolted head first to get off and away
from that ruined s75 gown. Then l
hurried across to State street-you can
fancy me-haughty and beautiful
young person, fashionably attired in
gray chiffon velvet, with swirls of lace
and real sable furs, holding in both
extended arms as far in front of me as
could a dripping, soggy package that
leaked which ever way | turned it.
II had scheduled conference at a
milliner's and luncheon engagement
with Bobs married sister before the
meeting and | simply had 70 get rid Of
those pickles somehow So | made for
a sympathetic young person behind the
silver counter in the first dry goods
store | came to and asked her If she
wouldn't keep my package TIL | called
for it. She eyed il doubtfully, but my
chiffon velvet impressed her, so she
said Ii was against the rules, but she'd
ask the fioorwalker. ! repeated my re-
quest to him, adding that it was pick
les in the package. He said he was
desolated with regret, but they couldn't
keep my package for met was
against the rules.
Because it is pickles. | inquired,
Indignantly. Y might Just as easily
as not have told you ii was something
else He seemed dreadfully sorry and
directed me 10 the checkroom. where
got rid OF it.
Il was so disturbed that picked out
a hat which Immediately hated. |
hadn't time 10 get fresh gloves and
Rob's sister is so critical. and it's such
a delicate situation when YOU aren't
really engaged TO a man. but are lust
about I'D 5e. and want 20 impress his
neople. and-wel Fl was horrid
hnrh for / vas TOO nervous 10 do my
selr Justice and. besides. il took an my