The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-03-30
NEW ORLEANS la, THURSDAY, HARCH,0, 1871.

ing his way toward the lower end of the
Cal, with q wary eye for all whom he
caught mapping or negligent. And there
were those five girls with there tickets
futtering in prompt readinesa All at
once at this juncture he became conscious
OF pair Of the softest, tenderest eyes
he had ever seen fixed upon him with q
look OF shy commiseration. It was one
of those five girls. It was the brunette.
who crrled her hair over slate-pencil,
and dramatized her deshabiue So, she
had been watching him. She had seen
his empty pockets, and was moved to
pity thereby. spite of his forlorn and
seedy appearance. He felt the blood 90
tingling up into his face again, but before
ne had time to know whether he was
glad or sorry there was a pull at the bell,
the car stopped, and two or three people
were getting in. And in the crowd and
confusion up started the little brunette,
and nodding over her shoulder at her
companions, made hurried rush for the
door. Jim Mallory, sitting there, saw
once more those plying brown eyes, and
then, as her garments brushed past him,
he felt little ungloved hand thrustine
something into his hand. His fingers
closed over this something" mechanically.
For a moment he could see nothing in
the hurry and confusion, but there was q
near, faint scent of violets, which sud
denly vanished with soft rustic of silk.
He looked up then, and she was gone.
He looked down-and there in his palm
was-''Why, bless my soul, q car-ticketl"
as Jim himself exclaims whenever he tells
the story. And to follow Jim's words at
this point, which will tell the story bet
ter than anybody else's words: "There
had that little angel. under the disguise
of crimped hair and lot of other nom
sense, taken note of my misfortune, and
made her little plan of relief, which she
carried out, like the strategist she was, at
the very climax Of my desperation, and
when the stir and confusion about us
would cover every movement, Wasn't it
splendid, though? How many girls do
you suppose would have done that for
such muff as looked to be that day?
For I tell you, Tom"-this was to Tom
Saxon-'that I did look something aw-
full. What with those confounded cotton
samples from your Office sticking to me,
and the dust, and the cold in my head,
and smash in my hat, I was about as
seedy specimen as you ever saw" And
Tom thought he might have been.
But out of one dilemma Jim Mallory
had stepped fairly into another. As that
"httle angel in crimped hair and lot of
other nonsense" stepped out of the car,
after the performance of her impulsive
action-which was really very pretty
action-something entered Jim's heart
which he had no will nor wish to Danish; !;
but, as I soy, it was out of one dilemma
into ancther-"out of the frying pan into
the fire." Tom Saxon would laugh, for
all the clew he had was name that hum
dreds of girls in Boston owned And the
the way he got this was at the moment
of her vanishing, when the astonished
four cried out in chorus:
"Whats Molly getting off here for?"
In vain Tom had brought him face to
face with some half a dozen Mollys of his
own acquaintance. From each Jim NAL
lory had turned with sigh of disap-
pointment Not one of them belonged
to his angel in crimped hair.
Continued in our nert Number
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