Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-02-13
LIB, TENNESSEE: THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 49, 1858.
Ross returns from her drive"

Ross returns from her drive"
! Archie looked sorely disappoint
ed, but he was a boy who he'll
, his mothers word as law; and OF
, the self same afternoon, just be
fore nightfall, he went back t,
the fashionable Fifth Avenue man
sion, carrying little Pansy's gifts
Mrs. Ross sat in her Luxurious
apartment when the boy wa,
shown up; and as she read hi
mothers note explaining the mat
ter, the usually naughty expres.
sion of her face gave place te
genuine astonishment. Pansy
was summoned and stood before
the bar a culprit by her own con-
iessiOn.
eyes, ma am, give 'em to him, "
she replied, her blue eyes blazing
up in defiance; "and | want him
to keep 'em, too; they're mine, my
papa gave 'em to me"
Mrs. Ross looked angry. Pan
sy was the only child of her hus-
bands brother, and no favorite
with the lady, though she had re-
ceived her into her household
when the little things mother
died.
"Not to throw away on beggars,
presume she replied, severely,
running the glittering necklace
through her white fingers. "This
belonged to your mother, and is
worth a little fortune"
"Then l shall give him the
money! continued Pansey, stout.
ly; "that's my own"
I've nothing to say to that"
her aunt replied, turning again
to the pages OF her novel; "you
can do as you please. l ought
not to interfere about the neck
lace, since your father is SO fool
ishly indulgent as to wish you to
wear it. However, you can have
your own way, you and him too;
you'll find yourself penniless in
good time--and, mind you, don't
come to me for help"
"No, ! sban't. I'll help my
SELF" retorted Pansy spitefully.
Then seizing the purse, she
followed Archie out into the hall. |
"Stop, little boy" she called
"this is my own, and you shall
have it. My papa's got lots O
money-take this and welcome,
for your mother" !
The boy turned from her white
flushing cheeks.
"Im not a beggar," he said; 81
don't want it,"
ooh: know you're not!' Pan
sy cried eagerly. "Don't mind .
what auntie says-she's scratch
cat anyhow; papa don't like her.
But l want you to have it," she
continued, extending the purse
towards him, while her rosy
mouth quivered, and her eyes
filled with tears. "please take
it, little boy"
Thus urged, Archie could not
refuse. He received the pretty
bead concern from the dimpled
hand that held it; and then, for
a moment or two the two children
stood regarding each other in 81
lence.
"l'll pay you back when I'm a
man." Archie said, at last. "My
names Archie Lynn. What's
yours?"
"Pansy Ross"
"Well, / won't forget. You
shall have your money back some
day; and I'll put it in this very
purse, too Good bye, and thank
you a thousand times, little Pan
sy."
Pansy held out both her hands,
then she followed kis down to the
ball door. !
SIS your sister little, like me?"
she called, as he was going out.
"Xes," said Archie, looking
back; smaller than you"
sis she too sick to play with
dolls2 Would my big one, with.
the glass.eyes do her any good?'
Arches face fairly glowed at
the thought Of what such treas
ure would be- to poor pale little
Violet.
.She's fond Of dolls" he said /:
"but she's only got some ragl
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