Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-03-09
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
How a Banapa Rind Brought Her
a Husband.

spray from tho pavements and swell
ing the CUTTERS into miniature rivcrsl
the whitening mist the shop
windows flarqd dimly and the yellow
stars of the street lamps shonc like
beacon lights far out at sea. There
were not Inaqy pedestrians on Broad.
way that night, save those compelled
by grim necessity to face the storm;
and Guy MUreau, striding down the
western side, had the right Of way all
to himself
"There's no hurry, no hurry In the
world" said Mr. Moreau, calmly, TO
My hat is ruined already,
and my coat is 1t for nothing but the
outside pegs Of secondhand clothing
store. Consequently Halo, here,
what's tho matter?"
lie STOPPED short ut the sound Of n
slight scream, close to him. A shah
billy dressed young girl carrying load
of oil-cloth-shielded bandboxes had
slipped on piece Of banana rind,
almost at his feet
Guy Moreau made no prctensions 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.
Not hurt are your he asked
kindly.
The girl looked at him with big eyes
full of pain and terror.
"My bandboxcsl" faltered she, glanc-
ing eagerly around. They're not wet,
are they2'
"No-but you are. Look ut your
shawl, poor thingi"
"oh, that's no matter" said she.
at was very awkward Of me to slip so,
and"
What's the matter nowP" Moreau
asked.
For she had stopped short In the at
tempt 10 move forward again.
I'm afraid my ankle is sprninedr'
she walled. "Oh, dear, what shall |
do?"
"Sprained, sitP (Confound those peo.
pie who eat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavement" inwardly muttcred
Guy.) LET me call a hack" he added,
aloud
"Oh, no, sirl" shrinking back. ~
couldn't afford hack. I'm only mil
liners apprentice and all these hats
must DO delivered before nine o'clock
tonight"
Guy looked rencctively down at the
bandboxes, then at the pale, pretty
fucc, with its dark, Spanish eyes and
lashes sprinkled with rain.
"rm afraid you'll hardly manage it,"
said he.
But l mustl" said the girl, post
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 n
low cry Involuntary escaped from her
lips
mo" said she, ~ can't walk. Oh,
what shall do?"
Guy knit his brows and considered u
moment.
How far from here do you live2" he
asked
ION Blocker street--only a little
way-but the hats"
Don't fret about the hats" said Mo
reau. I'm attend 10 the hats. How
many OF EN- are there2 TiclSeted aud
labeled all right? Here, lean on my
arm, and I'll take the hand-boXes In
my left hand. Now, thenl Not toe
fastl"
Guy Moreau had never been in a
working woman's room before, and as
he stood on the threshold he could but
marvel at the aspect Of utter destitu'
ton that pervadcd 1t. A little girl who
was making artificial flowers by the
light Of kerosene lamp sprang 10 her
feet ut the sound Of their steps.
"Oh, Nelly, are you hurt2 What Is
the matter9" cried she. what makes
you look so white?"
Its my little sister" said the girl
turning to her conductor Eve liv,
here together. Oh, sir, | am very mucf
obliged TO youl"
But when Guy Moreau was gone, old
Mrs Macrabbin, who had come up
stairs TO rub Nelly Knox's ankle will
camphor. shooa her head gloomily al
the recital Of the evenings adventure.
wasn't he kind2 And a perfect
stranger, too" said Nelly, radiantly.
poor dearl" said Mrs. Mucrabbin
what do you know about the ways d
city2 It's no ways likely that you'i
ever see hide nor hair Of them bon
nets again"
"What do you mean?" cried Nelly
indignantly.
"Mean2 Why, that IT'S confidence
game, 10 be sure. and your due, gcEtee
young man has made of vita IA,
French bonnets,"
NONSENSE cried Nelly. with 1
face like that-and such u voice, anC
! such mnnner2"
We'll" said MIRA Macrabbin, wei
Eeor'
And she rubbed away harder thar
ever.
Young man." said Mrs. Pethericls
sourly, what do you mean BY leaving
a whits-tulle hat here with a water
lily and three sinful rlunnes On Il? Do
look like person who wears water
.iss ssa lasHssp''
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