Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-02-13
fl Choice Story.
PANSY R0SS.
BY EMMA GARRISON JONES.

u A mid-winter afternoon, tn,
sky gray and lowering, and The
snow coming down in thick
feathery showers, little Pansy
stood, tip toe, on the crimson-vel
vet ottoman, looking out at the
lofty three-story window, and lis
tening to the wailing of the wind
as it went sweeping down the
streets and round the corners
whirling the newly fallen snow be-
fore it in great binding drifts
All at once a brightidea dropped in.
to her curly head, so bright, it
made her blue eyes dance and fash
like stars. If she could only raise
the window, and catch just few
of the descending snow fakes
She had been begging for snow all
the morning; but nurse said it
would give her the Group. She
was not afraid of the Group though,
only naughty girls had that
Her little rosy mouth fairly wa
tered in anticipation, as she gazed
out from the overheated CHAMBER
at the light cool drifts that aoated
past her. With al! her might she
began to work away at the heavy
sash, and after a few moments Of
vigorous effort it actually slid up
ward leaving an aperture barely
large enough to give egress to her
golden head.
Little Pansy stood quite still
for a moment, breathless with de-
light at her unexpected success:
then, bounding from the ottoman,
she made two or three dancing
circuits around the room, by way
of manifesting herjoy after which
she settled down on the cush-
ion, and extending both dimpled
hands, proceeded to capture the
flying snow fakes, and convey
them to her mouth with a rapidity
that was really astonishing. Pres
emily, however, the tinkle of the
door bell startled her, and peering
down from her lofty height, she
saw, dimly defined in the white
mist, the figure of a little boy
standing on the granite steps, with
a large bundle in bis arms. Just
at the same instant she saw aunt's
sumptuous carriage dash up to the
door and her aunt herself came
out, all furred and robed for drive.
"PIease, madam, here's your
work mother has sent home"
Mrs. Ross, just on the point Of
into her waiting carriage,
paused an instant as the childish
voice fell on her ear.
s0h, yes !" turning and looking
down upon the shivering, poorly
clad boy. ''I'm very glad it is
done: I'm just in want of those
linen cambria handkerchief
Say to her that | will send
around another parcel to-mor-
row. Here, James," as serving
man appeared in the doorway in
answer to her ring, shave this sent
up to my chamber"
The servant took the bundle
FROM the boys arms and Mrs. Ross
stepped into her carriage. The boy
waited an instant, with look of ca
ger expectation on his face, and
then he rushed round to the car
riage window
"The money, if you please, mad.
am" he said. "Mother told me
to ask you to be good enough to
pay her-she is sick and wants it.
"Oh! / haven't cent of change
about me ; and I'm just starting
out to have some dresses cut. Ill
send it round tomorrow. Drive
on, Howard"
The boy grasped the framing Of
the window, holding on withall his
might.
"Madam, madam !" his voice
shrill with agony, "don't refuse
me-please, pay me now. Ny.
mother is sick; and sister Violet
is dying, she thinks; and.we have
n'ta stick of wood, or a morsel of
bread I"
But the driver cracked bis silver.
mounted whip, the restive horses.
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