Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1913-01-14
KEEPING UP WITH BESs
BY ANNIE sE.GEa5AcHER.

After the stout woman had Topped
into the nearest armchair, scattering
about twenty-four Christmas bundles
on the floor as she did so, she heaved
even a deeper sigh than one would
naturally have expected under the cir.
cumstances.
WHAT'S the matter?" asked her
friend "You look as though you'd
lost pounds and pounds from worry"
II think I have" replied the stout
woman, rather feebly. you see, it's
Bessie. Bessie's my favorite niece, as
! you know, and she's burdened with
over-indulgent parents who give her
everything she wants before she
knows that she wants it. Now, how
is it possible to please such a girl
with any kind of gift? She has jewelry
by the pound and she gets enough
candy every Christmas to feed an
orphan asylum. So whenever Deem
Der comes around I begin to wiring
my hands and say, What under the
shining sun can I get for Bessie?
That's the way got my first gray
hairs! get fresh installment OF
them every Christmas"
She was calming down now. Her
friend had politely assumed an air Of
deep attention.
After hours and hours of brain
racking effort went on the stout wo-
man, Il found out that Bessie wanted
Princeton pennant. There was one
Princeton pennant left in the sport
ing goods section the day went to
buy Bsssie's present and / wrestled
for it with two husky youths, middle
aged woman and half dozen giggly
girls. got it, too, although in the
process lost three perfectly good jet
buttons and sprained my wrist.
That night Bessies beau brought
her an atrocious big Princeton pen
nant about three times the size of the
one i had worked so hard for. Sweet
of him, wasn't it,"
Go on" begged her friend Your
thrilling recital makes a war story
look as fiat as plug hat that's been
sat on. What happened next?
Bessie came over to my house one
day." said the stout woman, and
raved about an embroidered shirt
waist OF mine that some poor soul had
spent six monts making. Well, that
;;a:c ne az idea and I Immediately
starred to make Bessie one like it in
Fix GAYS. l embroidered until l saw
French knots dancing all over the wall
and counted stitches in my sleep.
Even M football playing son, who
reels of signals in his dreams, became
alarmed at the symptoms that l dis
played. My family rose in wrath
when | brought the thing to the table
at dinner and embroidered between
courses. And then when the waist
was nearly completed Bessie casually
announced that she thought embroid-
cred shirt waists were getting COM
mon and she wouldn't wear one for
anything"
Dear, dear!" murmured her friend,
alphabetically.
Il felt like telling Bessie that if she
changed her mind again she wouldn't
get any present from me-" said the
stout woman. But next morning
started out on the warpath, all splilIed
up in my oldest clothes, so that |
could grab bargains with the best OF
them. l ran into a sale of 1ewelTy
women six deep fighting over lit
tie 90 cent reduced from 81 coin
purses, and all trying to get waited
en- at once. 1t took me half an hour
to get next to the counter. Really, II
was cruel the way climbed over peo-
pie, but it was for worthy cause.
Anyway, l cot there, found the coin
purses all gone, took another half hour
getting untangled and had to pay So
for the same thing in another store.
After Id been patting myself on
the back for about day for having
solved the problem I met Bessie on
the street She hailed me, and then
broke into lamentations. What do
YOU think, Aunt Helen?' she said.
Uncle Billy brought me another coin
purse last night, and I had three al
ready
when I came to l was in drug
store and Bessie was rubbing my head
aid cooling. You shouldn't worry so
over Christmas. You know you do too
much. auntie
Yes, know Bessie I said. What
do you want for Christmas?
why, don't know she replied.
Nothing much that can think Of. /
want diamond ring, but daddy won't
give me one. Must you go so sooI?'
Il think now that I'll go florists
and order couple of dozen roses for
| Bessie-the stems to be at least three
feet long. sent her some when she
had appendicitis and she raved over
them then, but now-goodness knows.
She may have developed case Of
rose fever by this time.
Honestly, the thought Of all the
Christmases that are yet to come is
enough to kill any one. Yes, do feel