The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-02-28
1879

back at this time of night l shall GER
tainly let Mime. Dunoyer know what l
think of i'll Here, you, boyl Is this
the way you My goodness mel It's
Mr.. Moreaui"
Guy burst out laughing-he could
not help it-at the comical suddenness
with which Honora's frown melted into
smiles
81 beg your pardon, Miss st. James,"
said he, but ! am really very deserv-
ing of blame. Here's your bandbox,
and I've left old Mrs. Pethericks here
by mistake"
is it joke" said the bewildersd
fair one, Tor wager, or what7"
Neither one nor the other, said Guy.
sober, serious. earnest. And now, if
you'll let me have the other bonnet. I'll
get back before Mrs. Petherick's rage
WAKES any hotter"
He lifted his dripping beaver and
vanished with the bandbox under his
arm, smiling to himself at the insight
he had obtained into Miss St. james
character.
"a regular little viragol'' he told
himself "a face like oxalic acid and
voice that would do for fishwomsnl
Truly, we are not what we seem.
He went back the next evening to tell
Nelly Knox that he had duly performed
her bchests.
Nelly isn't here" said the pale little
girl. who was wiring the flowers on
stems as diligently as If she had never
left off. 'She's gone to madame's. She
goes at seven every morning. and don't
come back till nine at night. /"
''Ohl' said Guy. And how's her
foot2''
Very lame, = said the child, moisten-
Ing a fresh wire at her lips and twist
ing 1t around until our hero's eyes grew
giddy with following her motion. 'sBut
she leaned on cane and Why. here's
Nelly now. And crying, tooI''
"Hellol" said Guy. Whats the
matterT'
'I'm discharged, said the girl, with
q sob in her throat Mrs Petherick
has been there, and"
MRS. Petherick is ar old cati'' inter-
rupted Guy, hotly. 'sAnd, it's all my
fault Don't cryl You're not able to
work now" as Nelly sank. white and
exhausted. on chair.
Yes, know. said Nelly, s'but what
are we to do? Fan can only earn
dollar and a half . week. and If
am without work"
Il can get you work, . said Guy. "All
you wantl Loads Of itl'
And, vanishing, he presently re-
turned with roll Of forty yards Of
Wamsutta, which he flung exultantly
on the floor.
but what am 70 do with its'' said
bewildered Nelly.
What? Why, make it into four
dozen shirts, to be surel' said Mr..
Moreau
But, that is all nonsense" said
Nelly, with a quivering lip II am
poor-but can't take charity. +"
IT'S not charity" asseverated Mr..
Moreau. II need new shirts. and
hire you to make emil Where's the
charityI"
sBut--four dozenI''
IF | wanted fourteen dozen I've
right to order 'em, suppose. Besides.
I've some notion of fitting out ship
load of missionaries for the San Benicia
Islands. II you want buttons or needles
and thread, get 'em, and charge 'em in
the bill "
Eyes; but"
.'Well, what nowq" lifting his eye
brows.
What size am to make them?"
Guy looked little puzzled at this.
Make 'em four different sizes, and
then some OF 'em win be sure to suit, "
said he, triumphantly.
Wedding cake, eh?' said Mrs.
Macrabbin. "Put up in watered-silk
box and tied with white satin ribboni
Stuck full Of plums and citron and
smelling of spicesi Well, it's very
good of Nelly Knox to think OF me,
now that she's great lady and has 8
whole house of her own, with velvet
carpets on the floor and two maid
servants to wait on her; and little Fan
at boarding school. too, and going to
be brought up like lady. And It all
came from Nelly's slipping on bit Of
banana-peel that rainy night. I'd GO
out and slip down on one myself, If /
thought 1t would do any good told
Nelly ne was real gentleman the Arst
time ! ever set eyes on him."
And Mrs Macrabbin firmly believed
she was speaking the truth--Amy
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