The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1893-02-16
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
How a Banana Rind Brought Her
Husband.

How it rained, that bleak winte,
night! How mercilessly the torrents
came down, rebounding in sheets ot
spray from the pavements and swell.
ing the cutters into miniature riversl
through the whitening mist the shop
windows fared dimly and 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 Moreau, striding down the
western side, had the right of way all
to himself.
Ihere's no hurry, no hurry in the
world" 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 a
slight scream, close to him. A shah.
billy dressed young girl carrying load
OF oil-cloth-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 kindly human heart within his
bosom, and stepped instantly forward
to help the young girl up.
mot hurt, are youP' he asked
kindly.
The girl looked at him with big eyes
full OF pain and terror.
"My bandboxes!" faltered she, glanc-
ing eagerly around. They're not wet,
are they3"
''No-but you are. Look at your
shawl, poor thing!"
"Oh, that's no matter" said she.
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 l
do2"
"Sprained, is itP (Confound those peo.
pie who eat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavement" inwardly muttered
Guy.) "Let me call hack" he added,
aloud.
'Oh, no, STRIP shrinking back. 81
couldn't afford a hack. I'm only q mil
liners apprentice and all these hats
must be delivered before nine o'clock
tonight"
Guy looked refectively 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 mustl' said the girl, posi-
lively.
Cant you take 'em back to the
shop?"
'It's closed for the night, and mad
anne 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
blanched once more with pain and a
low cry involuntarily escaped from her
lips.
NO" said she, 81 can't walk. Oh,
what shall dor"
Guy knit his brows and considered a
How far from here do you live?" he
asked.
"On Bleecker street-only a little
way-but the hats!"
Don't fret about the hats" said Mo-
eau. "lll attend to the hats. How
many OF 'em are there? Ticketed and
abeled all right? Here, lean on my
lrm, and I'll take the band boxes in
ny left hand. Now, then! Not too
astI"
Guy Moreau had never been in a
WORKING woman's roorl before, and as
le stood on the threshold he could but
marvel at the aspect of utter destitu-
ion that pervaded it. A little girl who
vas making artificial flowers by the
ght OF kerosene lamp sprang to her
eet at the sound of their steps.
'Oh, Nelly, are you hurtP What is
ne matter'" cried she what makes
on look SO white?"
ITS my little sister," said the girl,
lrning to her conductor. "We live
ere together Oh, sir, am very much
bliged to you'll"
But when Guy Moreau was gone, old
lrs- Macrabbin, who had come up-
airs to rub Nelly Knox's ankle with
'mphor, SHOOK her head gloomily at
le recital OF the evenings adventure. .
Wasn't he kind? And a perfect
ranger, too" said Nelly, radiantly.
Poor dearP' said Mrs. Macrabbin. ,
What do you know about the ways of |
city2 It's no ways likely that you'll {
'er see hide nor hair of them bon I
It's again"
What do you mean9" cried Nelly, I
"Meanp Why, that it's a confidence q
'me. TO be sure. and your fine. Qenteel I