The Boy Who Ran a Mile for a Handkerchief
A Seattle youth sprints down Wayne Street to stop an excursion boat, not to catch his sister, but because she left her flirtation handkerchief behind.
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A Brother's Love.
Just about two minutes after an excursion boat had left her wharf yesterday a boy twelve or thirteen years of age rushed down Wayne street as hard as he could go, waving parcel and shouting, 'Stop! stop that boat.' He reached the wharf very late in the face, and as he paced around on the planks a police man inquired:
'Did you mean to go on that boat?'
'No, I didn't,' but my sister Mary's on there.'
'Well, she'll be taken good care of,' remarked the officer.
'No she won't, either,' replied the lad, blowing his nose as if considerably grieved at left her flirtation handkerchief at the house, and here I've run a whole mile to give it to her and got there too late. It'll be a mighty lonesome day for her.'
In an era before instant communication, a simple lost item could cause genuine distress for a young man on the frontier. This vignette captures the intense social stakes of courtship in 1876 Seattle, where a handkerchief was not just a cloth, but a tangible token of romantic intent.
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