The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-02-28
How a Banana Rind Brought Her
Husband

He stopped short at the sound Of
-light scream, close TO him A shah
billy dressed young girl carrying load
Of oil-cloth-shielded bandboxes had
slipped on q 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
Not hurt. are your" he asked
kindly.
The girl looked at him with big eyes
full Of pain and terror.
my bandboxesl faltered she, glanc-
ing eagerly around. They're not wet,
are they?"
"Eo-but you are. Look at your
shawl, poor thingl''
ooh, that's no matter" said she.
1T was very awkward OF me to slip 80,
and"
whats the matter nowY" Moreau
asked.
For she had stopped short in the at
tempt to move forward again
I'm afraid my ankle is sprainedi'
she walled. ''Oh, dear, what shall
do?"
.sSprained, is it7 (Confound those peo-
pie who eat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavement" inwardly muttered
Guy.l Let me call hack, he added,
aloud.
..Oh, no, STRIP shrinking back. 81
couldn't afford hack. I'm only a mil
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.
I'm afraid you'll hardly manage it, 4"
said he.
But I mustr" said the girl. posi-
lively.
Cant you take 'em back to the
shop?"
TITS closed for the night, and mad
anne would never forgive me for not de-
livering the hats Ii think ! 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, II can't walk. Oh,
what shall do?"
Guy knit his brows and considered
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 "Ill attend to the hats. How
many OF 'em are there? TiclSeted and
labeled all rightP Here. lean on my
arm, and pll take the band-boxes in
my left hand. Now, thenl Not too
fasti''
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 destitn-
ton that pervaded It. A little girl who
was making artificial flowers by the
light of kerosene lamp sprang to her
feet at the sound of their steps.
'sOh, Nelly. are you hurt2 What is
Lie iAeANt(A SAACN cAA~+ - $3.50 -~-~~--N-f
you look so white?"
.It's my little sister," said the girl,
turning to her conductor. 1--WE live
here together. Oh, sir, / am very much
obliged to your
But when Guy MORGAN was gone, old
Mrs. Macrabbin. who had come up
stairs to rub Nelly Knox's ankle with
camphor. shoox her head gloomily at
the recital of the evenings adventure.
"Wasn't he kindP And perfect
stranger, too, said Nelly, radiantly
Poor dearl" 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 mean9" cried Nelly,
Indignantly.
''MeanP Why. that It's confidence
game to no sure. and your fine. genteel
young man has made of with tho
French bonnets."
'sNonsensel' cried Nelly. with
face like that--and such voice, and
such mRnner?"
WELL" said Mrs. Macrabbin, wen
aeer'
And she rubbed away harder than
ever.
young man." said Mrs. Petherich.
sourly, what do you mean by leaving
q white-tulle hat here with water
lily and three sinful plumes on it2 Do
/ look like person who wears water
lilies and marabou?"
And Guy, who was walking whist
ling away after leaving his last band
box. stopped short at the old lady's
shrill voice
"Hellop' said he. 1--WE left the
Petherick hat at St. James, and the
st. James hat at Petherick's. must
20 back"
al should think SC" said Mrs. Peth-
erick. in my days, errand-men at
tended to their businessi Nine o'clock
at night and my new black velvet hat,
with the satin bows, not come homel"
"I'm very sorry, ma'am," said Guy.
much difference 1t makes whether
you are sorry or not" said Mrs. Peth-
crick, leveling her blue spectacles
wrathfully at Mr. Moreau. You must
be a very presuming young man to
have any opinions at all on the subject
beg thai you will set this awkward
blunder right at once, and shall most
aasuredly report 1t to Mime. Dunoyer"
And Mr.. Moreau had no alternative
but to trudge back again through the
binding rain to Miss Honora St
James brown-stone residence.
.sThe milliner's man again. said
Miss St. James, sharply. well, /
should think To leave me dowdy
old black-yelvet thing. instead Of my
white-crape nnAra-hati Ard 70 e~ss'@