The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-02-17
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
How a Banana Rind Brought Hell
u Husband.

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How It rained, that bleak winter
night How mercilessly the torrents
came down, rebounding in sheets o;
spray from the pavements and swell
ing the cutters into miniature rivers
Through the whitening mist the shor
| windows ffared 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,
There'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 matter?"
He stopped short at the sound of a
slight scream, close to him. A shah
billy dressed young girl carrying load
of on-cloth-shielded bandboxes had
slipped on a piece of banana rind,
| almost at his feet.
Guy Moreau made no pretensions to
the rank of a Chevalier Bayard, but he
had kindly human heart within his
bosom, and stepped instantly forward
to help the young girl up
mot hurt, are your 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
EFT was very awkward of me to slip SO,
and
Whats 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
do?"
"Sprained, is it? (Confound those peo-
pie who eat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavement inwardly muttered
Guy.) Let me call hack" he added,
aloud.
'NOh, no, sirr' shrinking back. 81
liners apprentice and all these hats
must be delivered before nine o'clock
tonight"
Guy looked rehectively down at the
bandboxes, then at the pale, pretty
face, with its dark, Spanish eyes and
lashes sprinkled with rain.
"Pm afraid you'll hardly manage it, !"
said he.
But I must!'' said the girl, posi-
lively.
Cant you take 'em back to the
shopp"
Its closed for the night, and mad
anne would never forgive me for not de-
livering the hats. IL think could
well1 very slowly
But as she made the effort her cheeks
blanched once more with pain and
low cry involuntarily escaped from her
lips
No" said she, ~ can't walk. Oh.
what shall do?''
Guy knit his brows and considered
moment
How far from here do you live9" he
asked
''On Blocker street-only little
way-but the hats!''
Don't fret about the hats" said Mo-
reau. "I'll 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 band-boxes in
my left hand. Now, theni Not too
fast.'
Guy Moreau had never been In
working woman's room before, and as
he 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 kerosene lamp sp-ang 20 her
feet at the sound of their steps.
''oh, Nelly, are you hurt? What is
the matter9" cried she. What makes
you look so white?"
Its my little sister" said the girl,
turning TO her conductor. We live
here together. On, sir, am very much
obliged to you"
But when Guy Moreau was gone. old
Mrs Macrabbin, who had come up
stairs 20 rub Nelly Knox's ankle with
camphor, shook her head gloomily at
the recital Of the evenings adventure
Wasn't he kind? And a perfect
stranger, too said Nelly, radiantiy.
Poor DEAR said Mrs Macrabbin-
''Wbat 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 ron mean" cried Nelly,
Indignantly.
.MeauP Why, that it's confidence
game, to be sure. and your fine, genteel
young man mas made of with the
French boznets"
Nonsense cried Nelly. With :
face Ike thas-and such voice, and
such manner"
We'll" said Mrs Macrabbin. wen
seer
And she rubbed away harder thar
ever
Young man. said Mrs. Petheriels.
souriy. what DO ron mean by leaving |
q white-tuIle hzt here with a water
lily and three sinful plunes on Il? 10 |
/ look like person who Ss-cS water
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