River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1893-02-16
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
How . Banana Rind Brought Her
Husband


himself. My hat is ruined already,
and my coat is ft for nothing but the
outside pegs of secondhand clothing
store Consequently. Halo. here,
what's the natter"
He stopped short at the sound of a
slight scream, close to him. A shah
billy dressed young girl carrying a load
of Oil-cIoth-shielded bandboxes had
slipped on a piece of banana rind,
almost at his feet
GUY MOreau made no pretensions to
the rank of Chevalier Bayard. but he
had q kindly human heart within his
bosom, and stepped instantly forward
90 halP the young girl up.
Not hurt are you?' he asked
kindly.
The girl looked at him with big eyes
full Of pain and terror.
my bandbOxesr' faltered she, glanc-
ing eagerly around They're lot wet,
are they?"
''No-but you are. Look at your
shawl. poor thing."
''Oh. that's no matter" said she.
lit was very awkward of me to slip SO,
and"
What's the matter now" Moreau
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 |
do2"
''Sprained. is IL? (Confound those peo-
pie who eat bananas and ding the rind
on the pavement inwardIy muttered
e 49, III ~ IaI
aloud
''Oh. no. siri' shrinking back. ~
couldn't afford hack. I'm only q mil
liners apprentice and all these hats
must be delivered before nine o'clock
tonight"
Guy looked refieetively down at the
bandbOxes. then at the pale. pretty
face. with its dark, Spanish eyes and
lashes sprinkled with rain.
I'm afraid you'll hardly manage it,"
said he.
But mustr said the girl. posi-
lively.
Cant you take EN- back to the
shOpY'
Its closed for the night. and mad
ame would never forgive me for not de-
livering the hats IL think l could
walk very slowly"
But as she made the effort her cheeks
blauched 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 live?" he
asked.
''On BleecLer street-only . little
way-but the hats!''
Don't fret about the hats" said Mo-
reau "Ill attend To the hats How
many OF 'em are there? Ticketed and
labeled all right? Here. lean on my
arm. and I'll take the tand-boxes in
my left hand. Now. then! Not too
fast!r
Guy Moreau had never been in a
working wOmau's room before. and as
he stool on the threshold he could but
marvel at the aspect of utter destitu-
ton that pervaded it 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 natter" cried she. What makes
you look SO white?"
Its my little sister," said the girl.
turning 20 her conductor 1--WE live
here together. Oh. sir, l 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
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the recital of the evenings adventure.
WASN'T he kind? And perfect
stranger. too" said Nelly, radiantly.
Poor dear said Mrs. Macrabbin.
What do you know about the ways of
city, It's no ways likely that You'll
ever see hide nor hair of them bon
nets again"
What do you mean2" cried Nelly.
Indignantly.
Mean Why. that it's a confidence
game. TO be sure. and your fine. genteel
young man has made of with the
French bOnnets."
''Nonsenser' cried Nelly. with a
face like that-and such a voice, and
such a manner"
We'll. said Mrs Macrabbin. well
seer
And she rubbed away harder than
ever.
Young man." said Mrs Petherick.
sourly. what do you mean by leaving
a white-tulle hat here with a water
lily and three sinful plumes on il? Do
look like a person who wears water
lilies and marabou2"
And Guy. who was walking whist
ling away after leaving his last band
oox. stopped short at the old lady's
shrill voice
..Hellot" SAID he. I've left Nhe
retherick hat at 81 James. audthe
- James hat at Petherick's. l must
go back"
II should think So" said Mrs. Peth-
erick. In nv days. errand-men at
tended TO their business, Nine o'clock
ut night aud my new black velvet haa
with the satin bows. not come home"
I'm very sorry. ma'am." said Guy.
Much difference il makes whether
you are sorry or not said Mrs Peth-
erick, leveling her blue spectacles
wrsthfully at Mr.. MORGAN. You must
be a very presuming young man to
have any opinions at all on the subject
/ beg that you will set this awkward
blundeT right at once, and shall most
assuredly report it 10 Nine Dunoyer."
And Mr. Moreau had no alternative
but to trudge back again through the
binding rain TO Miss HonOra ST
James brown-seone residence
Tbs milliuer's man again.! said
Miss St James. sharply. We'll,
should think! To leave me dowdy
old black-velvet thing. instead of my
whise-crape Opcra-hst. And to come
bseS ut this time of night / shall GER
.sinly let Nine DunoyeF know what
taink et Isl Here, you boyi Is tAis