The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-20
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
How Banana Rind Brought Her
a Husband.

How II rained, that biealxN winter
night How mercilcssly the torrents
came down, rebounding In sheets Of
spray from the pavements and swell
ing the cutters into miniature riversl
Through the whitening mist tho shop
windows narcd dimly and the yellow
stars Of the street lamps shone like
beacon lights far out 1T sea There
were not many pedestrians on Broad
way that night, save those compelled
by grim necessity to face the storm;
and Guy Moreau. striding down the
western side, had the right Of way all
TO himself
There's no hurry, no hurry in the
world,n said Mr.. Moreau. calmly, to
himself. my hat is ruined already,
and my coat is fit for nothing but the
outside pegs Of secondhand clothing
store. Consequently Halo, here.
what's the matter2"
He stopped short at the sound Of q
slight scream, close to him. A shah,
billy dressed young girl carrying load
LOT oil-cloth-shielded bandboxes had
slipped on a piece of banana rind,
almost NJ his feet
Guy Moreau made no pretensfons to
the rank Of Chevnlier Bayard. but he
had kindly human heart within his
bosom. and stepped instantly forward
10 help tho young girl up.
Not hurt, arc your he asked
4lsindly.
The girl looked at him with big eyes
full OF pain and terror.
''My bandboxesln faltered she, glanc-
ing eagerly around. They're not wet,
are they2"
NO but you are. Look ut your
shawl, poor thingr'
"oh. that's no natter said she.
ut was very awkward Of me to slip so,
and"
whats the matter nowg' MORGAN
asked.
For she had stopped short in the at
tempt to move forward again.
'.I'm afraid my ankle Is sprainedp'
she walled. "Oh, dear. what shall !
do?n
''Sprained. Is 1t? (Confound those peo-
pie who eat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavemcntr' inwardly muttered
Guy.) 'sLetme call hack" he added,
aloud.
..Oh, no, sirl'' shrinking back. II
couldn't afford hack. I'm only mill
liners apprentice and all these hats
must be delivered before nine o'clock
tonight"
Guy looked refiectively down at the
bandboxes, then at the pale, pretty
face, with its dark, Spanish eyes and
lashes sprinlkled with rain.
I'm afraid you'll hardly manage Il. Z
said he.
"But / mustl' said the girl. post
lively.
Cant you take 'em back to the
shop?"
tits closed for the night, and mad
anne would never forgive me for not de-
livering the hats. I'll think ! could
walk very slowly"
But as she made the effort her checks
blanched once more with pain and q
low cry involuntarily escaped from her
lips
mo" said she, II cant walk. oh.
what shall do2''
Guy knit his brows and considered
moment.
How far from here do you live?" he
asked.
.son Blocker street--only little
way--but the hatsi"
Don't fret about the hats, said Mo-
reau. .I'll attend TOT the hats How
many OF 'em are there2 Ticketed and
labeled all right? Here, lean on my
arm, and I'll take the band-boxes in
my left hand. Now, theni Not too
fastr'
Guy Moreau had never been in
working woman's room before, and as
he stood on the threshold he could but
marvel at the aspect OF utter destitu-
ton that peryaded II. A little girl who
was making artificial flowers by the
light Of a kerosene lamp sprang to her
feet at the sound Of their steps
oh, Nelly. are you hurt2 What Is
the matter2' cried she. What makes
you look SO whittier"
tIt's my little sister," said the girl, y
turning to her conductor. Eve live
here together Oh, sir, am very much
obliged to youl"
But when Guy Moreau was gone, old
Mrs. Macrabbin, who had come up
stairs to rub Nelly Knox's ankle with
shook her head gloomily at
the recital Of the evenings adventure
..Wasn't he kind? And perfect
stranger. too" saidu Nelly, radiantiy-
Poor dearir 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 mean2n cried Nelly.
Indignantly.
.sMean2 Why, that It's confidence
game, TO BE- sure, and your fine. genteel