The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1893-03-03
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marvel at the aspect of utter destitu-
tion that pervaded it. A little girl who
was making artificial flowers by the
light of kerosene lamp sprang to her
feet at the sound of their steps.
'.Oh, Nelly, are YOU hurt? What is
the matter" cried she. what makes
you look so white?"
Its my little sister," said the girl.
turning to her conductor. We live
here together Oh, sir, | am very much
obliged to you
But when Guy Moreau was gone, old
Mrs. Macrabbin, who had come up
stairs to rub Nelly Knox's ankle with
camphor. shooa her head gloomily at
the recital of the evenings adventure.
Wasn't he kind? And 4 perfect
stranger, too" said Nelly, radiantly.
Poor dear said Mrs Macrabbin.
What do you know about the ways of
a city? It's no ways likely that you'll
ever see hide nor hair of them bon
nets again"
What do you me am" cried Nelly,
Indignantly.
Mean" Why, that it's confidence
game, to be sure, and your fine. genteel
young man has made off with the
French bonnets."
NONSENSE cried Nelly. with a
face like that-and such a voice, and
such manner?'
NV ell, said Mrs. Macrabbin, well
seer'
And she rubbed away harder than
ever.
Young man." said Mrs. Pethcrick,
sourly, what do you mean by leaving
white-tulle hat here with a water
lily and three sinful plumes on it? Do
l look like person who wears water
lilies and marabou"
And Guy, who was walking whist
ling away after leaving his last band
oox, stopped short at the old ladys
shrill voice.
Hello sald he. I've left the
Petherick hat at st. James, and the
st. James hat at Petherick's. | must
go back.
Il should think So" said Mrs. Peth-
erick. In my days, errand-men at
tended to their business! Nine o'clock
at night. and my new black velvet hat,
with the satin bows, not come home.
I'm very sorry, ma am" said Guy.
Much difference it makes whether
you are sorry or not" said Mrs. Peth-
erick, leveling her blue spectacles
wrathfully at Mr.. Moreau. You must
be a very presuming young man to
have any opinions at all on the subject.
beg that you will set this awkward
bluuder right at once, and l shall most
assuredly report it TO Mime. Dunoyer." >"
And Mr.. Moreau had no alternative
but to trudge back again through the
binding rain to Miss Honora st.
James brown-stone residence.
THE milliuer's man again said
Miss st. James, sharply. We'll, l
should think. To leave me dowdy
old black-velvet thing, instead of my
white-crape opera-hat. And to come
back at this time of night. shall cer-
tainly let Nine Dunoyer know what l
think of it. Here, you, boy! Is this
the way you My goodness me. It's
Mr. Moreau'
Guy burst ont laughing-he could
not help it-at the comical suddenness
with which Honora's frown melted into
smiles.
II beg your pardon. Miss st. James"
said he, but / am really very desery-
ing of blame. Here's your bandbox,
and I've left old Mrs. Petherick's here
by mistake"
SIS it a joke" said the bewildered
fair one. ''or a wager, or what"
Neither one nor the other" said Guy
'Sober, serious, earnest. And now. if
you'll let me have the other bonnet. III
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
IA regular little virago.' he told
himself "A face like oxalic acid and
a voice that would do for fishwoman.
Truly. we are not what we seem
He went back the next evening to tell
Nelly Knox that he had duly performed
her behests.
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 ut night.
OH said Guy. And how's her
foot?'
Very lame" said the child moisten-
ing fresh wire at her lips and twist
ing it around until our hero's eyes grew
giddy with following her motion. But
she leaned on a cane and Why, here's
Nelly now. And crying, too"
Hello" said Guy. What's the