Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1893-03-16
THE MILLINER'S GIRL.
now a Banana Rind Brought Her
q Husband.

How 1t rained, that bleak winter
might! 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 shonc like
beacon lights far out at sea. There
were not Inany pedestrians on Broad.
way that night, save those compelled
by grim necessity to face the storm;
and Guy Moreau, striding down tho
western side, had the right of way all
to himself
There's no hurry, no hurry in the
world" said Mr.. MORGAN, calmly, to
himself. my hat is ruined already,
and my coat is fit for nothing but the
outside pegs of n secondhand clothing.
store. Consequently. Halo, here,
what's the matter?"
He stopped short at the sound of
slight scream, close to him. A shah
billy dressed young girl carrying load
of oil-cloth-shiclded bandboxcs had
slipped on piece of banana rind,
almost at his feet.
Guy Morcau made no pretcnsions 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 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 not wet,
are they?"
''No-out 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?" Moreau
asked.
For she had stopped short in the at
tempt to move forward again.
I'm afraid my ankle is sprainedP'
she walled. "Oh, dear, what shall l
do?"
"spraincd is itq (Confound those peo-
pie who cat bananas and fling the rind
on the pavement" inwardly muttered
Guy.) LET me call hack" he added,
aloud.
"Oh, no, sirr' shrinking back. 81
couldn't afford hack. I'm only 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 it's dark, Spanish eyes and
lashes sprinkled with rain.
"Pm afraid you'll hardly manage it,"
said he.
But l must!" said the girl, posi-
lively.
Cant you take 'em back to the
shopP'
"Its closed for the night, and mad
amc would never forgive me for not de-
livering the hats. IL think could
walk very slowly"
But as she made the effort her cheeks
blanched once more with pain and
low cry involuntarily escaped from her
lips.
mo" said she, 81 can't walk. Oh
what shall do?"
Guy knit his brows and considered
moment.
"How far from here do you live?" he
asked.
son Blocker street--only little
way-but the hats ..
"Dont fret about the hats, " said Mo
reau. "rll attend to the hats. How
MANY OF EN- arc there? Ticketed and
labeled all right? Here, lean on my
arm. and I'll take the Eand-boxes in
INV left hand. Now, then! Not toe
fastw
Guy Moreau had never been in O
working woman's room before, and as
he stood on the threshold he could but
marvel at the aspect of utter destitu
tion that pervaded it. A little girl who
was making artificial flowers by the
LIGHT of a kerosene lamp sprang to hei
feet at the sound of their steps.
"oh, Nelly, are you hurt? What is
the NATTER" cried She what makes
YOU look SO white?"
"It's my little sister," said the giri
turning to her conductor. I'VE i've
here together. Oh, sir, am very muci
obliged to your :,
But when Guy Moreau was gone Ole
Mrs Macrabbin, who had come ~,
stairs to rub Nelly Knox's ankle VIII
camphor, shoos her head gloomiiy a
the recital of the evenings adventure
"Wasn't he kind? And a pertec
stranger. too" said Nelly, radiantly,.
Poor dearl" said Mrs. Maeraooin
..What do you know about the ways o :,
q c;tyq It's no ways likely that your
ever see hide nor hair OF them bon
nets again" =, ..,os Ns,,v
Indignantly. nedar.
aMcanP Why, that it's a connaenc
game, to be sure. and your dne. gensee