Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-03-09

Aud Guy, who was walking whist
ling away after leaving his last band
BOX, storucd short at the old lady's
shrill voice.
"llellol" SAID he. i've left the
Petherick hat at St James, aud the
St. James hat at PcthericlI's must
go back"
81 should think So" said Mrs. Peth.
crick "ln my days, errand.mcn at
tended TO their busincssl Nine o'clock
at night, aud my new black velvet hat,
with the satin bows, not come homel"
"l'm very sorry, ma'um," said Guy.
Much difference II makes whether
you are sorry or not" said Mrs. Pcth-
cricl,, lcvcling her blue spcctaclcs
wrathfully Ut Mr. Moreau. "You must
be very prcsumiug young man to
have any opinions at all on the subject.
! beg that you will set this awkward
blundcr right at once, and shall most
assuredly report It TO Nine. Dunoyer."
And Mr. Morcau had no alternative
but To trudgc back again through tho
binding rain to Miss llouora ST.
James brown.stono residence.
The milliucr's man again" said
Miss ST. james, sharply. "Wcll, |
should thiulsl To leave me dowdy
old blaclS.vclvet thing, instead Of my
whitc-crape opcra-hntl And to come
back at this time Of night shall ccr-
tainly let Nine. Dunoycr know what
think of i'll Here, you, boyl Is this
the way you My goodness mel It's
Mr.. Morcau!"
Guy burst out laughing-he could
not help it-at the comical suddcnncss
with which lIonora's trown melted into
smiles
II beg your pardon, Miss St. james"
said he. but am really very dcserv-
ing of blame. Here's your bandbox.
and I've left old Mrs. Pethericls here
by mistake"
"Is it joke" said the bcwildered
fair one, cor wager, or what?"
"Neithor one nor the other" said Guy.
"Sobcr, serious, earnest And now, II
you'll let me have the other bonnet, I'll
get bacl, before Mrs. Pethericl,'s ragc
wakes any hotter"
lie lifted his dripping beaver and
vanished with the bandbox under his
arm, smiling TO himself at tho insigh,
he had obtained into Miss st. James
character.
"a regular little viragol" ho told
himself. IA face like oxulic acid and
voice that would do for n iishwomnn
Truly, we are not what we sccm.'"
lie went back the next evening TO tel
| Nelly Knox that he had duly pcrforme6
her bChests.
Nelly isn't here" said the pale littl,
girl, who was wiring the flowers OF
stems as diligently as II she had neve
left OF she's gone TO mndame's. sh,
goes ut seven every morning, and don
come back till nine ut night"
"ohF' said Guy. "And how's he
footp"
Every lame" said the child, moisteu
ing fresh wire at her lips and tws,
ing IL around until our hero's eyes gre,
giddy with following her motion. "Bu
she leaned on cane and Why, here
Nelly now. And crying, tool'
"Ilellol' said Guy. whats th
matter2"
'Im discharged" said the girl, wit
n sob in her throat Mrs. Pethcric
has been there, aud"
"Mrs. Petherick is an old cati" inter
rupted Guy, holly. "And, it's all IN
fault Don't cryl You're not able /
work now" M Molly sank, white an
exhausted, on n chair.
Yes, know" said Nelly, "but wht
are we to do7 Fan can only earn
dollar and u half week, and II
am without work."
lean get You work." said Guy. "a
you want Loads Of it!'
And, vanishing, lie presently r,
turned with roll OF forty yards c
Wamsuttu, which ho flung cxultantl
on the floor,
"But what am to do with itp" sal
bewildered Nelly.
"What2 Why, make II into fou
dozen shirts, 10 be surel' said Nj
Moreau.
but, that IL all nonsense" sal
Nelly, with n qulvering lip. II al
poor-but can't take charity"
Its not charity" asscverHtcd Nj
Moreau. II need new shirts, anl
hire you to make emf Where's ia
charityw
"But-four dozcnl"
III / wanted fourteen dozen I've
right 10 order EN-, suppose. llcsidei
I've som, notion Of fitting out n shiI
load of missionaries for the San Benici
islands II you want buttons or needle
and thread, get EN-, and charge EN- |
the bill"
nNags Init
"Well, what nowP" lifting his eye
brows
what size am to make them?'
Guy looked little puzzled at this.
make EN- four different sizes, an
then some Of 'em will be sure 10 suit,
said he, triumphantly.
wedding cake, eh?" said Mr.
: Macrabbin. put up In a watered-sil
! box and tied with white satin ribbon
} Stuck full OF plums and citron an
smelling Of spicesl Well, it's yer
! good Of Nelly Knox TO think OF m'
now that she's u great lady and has
whole house Of her own, with vely'
carpets on the floor and two mai,
} servants TO wait on her; and little Ia
, at n bourding-school, too, and going
: be brought up like lady Aud II n
came from Nclly's slipping on bit {
, banunn-peel that rainy night I'd &
ont and slip down on one myself II
thought II would do any good. ! tol
Nelly he was real gentleman the FRI
, time ever set eyes on him"
! And Mrs Macrabbin firmly believe
she was speaking the truth.
! Randolph, in n Y Ledger