The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-02-18
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
How q Banana Rind Brought Her
a Husband.

$1,000
night! How mercilessly the torrents
came down, rebounding in sheets of
spray from the pavements and swell
ing the cutters into miniature rivers!
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
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 a 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 a 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 a Chevalier Bayard, but he
had a 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 bandboxes!' 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 NATTER said she.
st 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 l
do?"
''Sprained, is it? (Confound those peo-
pie who eat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavement" inwardly muttered
| UUN.t Lei liz Cdl1 d LdCh Hc duuCU,
aloud.
"Oh, no, sir!' shrinking back. II
couldn't afford a hack. I'm only a mil
liners apprentice and all these hats
must be delivered before nine o'clock
tonight"
Guy looked refiectively 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
shop"
Its closed for the night, and mad
anne would neve forgive me for not de-
livering the hats. IL think / could
walk very slowly"
But as she made the effort her cheeks
low cry in~voluntarily escaped from her
lips.
No" said she, II can't walk. Oh.
what shall | do"
Guy knit his brows and considered q
moment.
How far from mere do you live?" he
asked.
"On Blocker street-only a little
way-but the hats"
Don't fret about the hats" said Mo.
reau. "I1l attend to the hats. How
many of EN- are there? Ticketed and
labeled all right? Here, lean on my
arm, and I'll take the band boxes in
my left hand. Now, then! Not toe
fast.''
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 pervaded it A little girl who
vas making artificial flowers by the
light of a kerosene lamp sprang to hel
feet at the sound of their steps.
"Oh, Nelly, are you hurt? What i,
the matter'" cried she. What makes
you look SO white?"
Its my little sister," said the girl
turning TO her conductor. "We live
here together. Oh, sir, / am very much
obliged to you!"