The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-02-16
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
How q Banana Rind Brought Het
q Husband

spray from the pavemcntS and swell.
ing the cutters into miniature rivers!
Through the whitening mist the shor
windows ilarcd dmly end the yellow
stars OF the street lamps shone like
beacon lights far out at sea There
were not many pedestrians on Broad.
way that night, save those compelled
by grim necessity to face the storm;
and Guy MORGAN, striding down the
western side, had the right of way all
to himself
There's no hurry, no hurry in the
world" said Mr.. Morenu, calmly, to
himself. My hat is ruined already,
and my coat is fit for nothing but the
outside pegs of a secondhand clothing
store. Consequently. Halo, here,
what's the lnntter?"
He stopped short at the sound of n
slight scream. close TO him. shah.
billy dressed young girl carrying load
of oil-cloth-shielded bandboxcs had
slipped on piece of banana rind,
almost at his feet.
Guy Morcau made no pretcnsions to
the rank of Chevalicr Bayard, but he
had kindly human heart within his
bosom. and stepped instantly forward
10y s'O y oNAiB So tl'
Not hurt. are you?" he asked
kindly.
The girl looked at him with big eyes
full of pain and terror
my bandboxes!" faltcrcd she, glanc-
ing eagerly around They're not wet,
are thcy?"
"NoHbut You are. Look Mt your
shawl, poor thing!''
ut was very awkward of me to slip so,
and
Whats the matter now?" More au
asked.
For she had stopped short in the at
tempt to move forward again.
I'm afraid my ankle is sprained"
she walled. oh dear, what shall
do?"
'Sprained, is it? (Confound those pco-
pie who cat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavement" inwardly muttcrcd
Guy.) Let me call hack" he added,
aloud.
'Oh, no, SIR" shrinking back. ~
couldn't afford n hack. I'm only mil
liners apprentice and all these hats
must be delivered before nine O'Clock
tonight"
Guy looked rcflcctivcly down at the
bandboXcs, then at the pale, pretty
face, with its dark, Spanish eyes and
lashes sprinlllcd with rain.
I'm afraid you'll hardly manage it."
said he.
but must! said the girl, posi-
lively.
Cant you take 'em back to the
shop?"
Its closed for the night. and mad
anne would never forgive me for not de-
livering the hats. IL think could
walk very slowly"
But as she made the effort her checks
blanched once more with pain and a
low cry involuntarily escaped from her
lips.
No" said she, II can't walk Oh,
what shall do?"
Guy knit his brows and considered
moment.
How far from here do you livc?" he
asked.
Son Bleeclscr street-only little
way-but the hats!"
Don't fret about the hats" said Mo-
reau. "fll attend to the hats. How
many Of 'cm are there? Tickctcd and
labeled all right? Here, lean on my
arm, and I'll take the band-boxcs in
my left hand. Now, then! Not too
fast!''
Guy Moreau had never been in a
working woman's room before, and as
ne stood on the threshold he could but
marvel at the aspect of utter destitu-
ton that pervaded it. A little girl who
was making artificial flowers by the
light of a kerosene lamp sp-ang to her
feet at the sound of their steps.
"Oh, Nelly, are You hurt? What is
The matter3" cried she "What makes
you look SO whitc?"
ITS my little sister," said the girl,
turning to her conductor. Eve live
here together. Oh, sir, l am very much
obliged to youn
But when Guy Morcau was gone, old
Mrs Macrabbin. who had come up
stairs to rub Nelly Knox's ankle with
canphor, shooH her head gloomily at
the recital OF the evenings adventure.
WASN'T he kind? And perfect
stranger, too, said Nelly, radiantly.
Poor t!ear!" said Mrs. Macrabbin
what do You know about the ways OF
a city? It's no ways likely that you'll
ever sec hide nor hair of them bon
nets again"
What do you mcan?" cried Nelly,
Indignantly
"McanP Why, that it's confidence
game, to be sure. and your fine, gentccl