River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1893-02-16
NV goodness me. It's

the way you My goodness mel It's
Mr.. Moreau,"
Guy burst out laughing-he could
not help it-at the comical suddenness
with which Honora's frown melted into
smiles
81 beg your pardon, Miss St. James,"
said he. ''Out am really very deserv-
ing of blame. Here's your bandbox.
and I've left old Mrs Pethericks here
by mistake"
as it 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. I'll
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.
"A regular little viragoF' he told
himself "A face like oxalic acid and
a voice that would do for a fishwomanl
Truly, we are not what we SEEM"
He went back she next evening to tell
Nelly Knox that he had duly performed
her bChests-
Nelly isn't here" said the pale little
girl. who was wiring the flowers on
stems as diligently as IL she had never
left off. shes gone to madame's. She
goes at seven every morning. and don't
OH said Guy. And how's her
foot?-
Very lame. " said the child. moisten-
ing a 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, toor'
"Hello.' said Guy. whats the
matter?"
I'm discharged" said the girl with
a sob n her throat Mrs Petherick
has been there. and"
Mrs Pethericl is an old cat!'' inter
rupted Guy. holly. And. it's all my
fault. Don't cry! You're not able to
work now" As Nelly sank, white and
exhausted. on a chair
are we to do? Fan can only earn a
dollar and a half a week. and if
am without work"
Il can get You work." said Guy. "All
you want Loads of it,
And. vanishing, he presently re-
turned will. a roll of forty yards of
Wsmsutta. which he flung exultantly
on the floor.
"But what am to do with itP" said
bewIldered Nelly.
what? Why, make it into four
dozen shirts, TO be sure!" said Mr..
Moreau-
but, that is all nonsense" said
Nelly, with quivering lip Il am
poor-but can't take charity"
Its not charity" asseverated Mr..
Moreau. II need new shirts. and /
hire you to make 'eIai Where's the
charity"
"But-four DOZEN"
IF | wanted fourteen oozen I've q
right to order 'em. suppose. Besides,
I've some notion of fitting ont ship
load of missionaries for the San Benicia
islands II you want buttons or needles
and thread, get 'em. and charge 'em in
the bill"
Yes; but"
Well what now?" lifting his eye
brOws.
What size am to make them?''
Guy looked little puzzled at this.
Make 'em four different sizes, and
then some of 'em will be sure TO suit, Z"
said ne, triumphantly.
Wedding cake. eh?" said Mrs.
Macrabbin- Put up in a watered-silx
box and tied with white satin ribbonl
Stuck full of plums and citron and
smelling of spices! Well. it's very
good of Nelly Knox to think of me,
now that she's great lady and has a
whole house of her own. with velvet
carpets on the floor and two maid
servants to wait on her; and little Fan
at boarding-schoOl, too. and going to
be brought up like lady. And it all
came from Nelly's slipping on a bit of
banana-peel that rainy night I'd go
out and slip down on one myself. if
thought it would do any good. told
Nelly he was a real gentleman the first
time ] ever set eyes on him."
And Mrs. Maerabbin firmly believed
she was speaking the trUth.-Amy
Randolph, in y. Y. Ledger.