Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-02-20
FL Choice Story.
7 R0SS.
BY,ENMA GARRISON JONES.
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Fifteen years after, and on such
another mid-winter afternoon, this
self same Archie Lynn, now grown
to tall bearded man, sat behind
his counter in one ofthe fashiona.
BILE jewelry establishments of a
large city. Many change cross
ed his path since those early days
when lie and his mother lived and
toiled in the comfortless old garret
ofthe old tenement house and see
ing him now, the refined and pol
ished gentleman, the wealthy and
famous lapidary, it seemed almost
impossible to believe him the same
little lad who sat sobbing on the
doorstep of,Mrs. Ross's fashiona-
BILE dwelling that snowy morning
Yet he is one and the same; and
it is only by the untiring efforts of
bis own strong hands, and brave
heart that he has worked himself
up from poverty and obscurity
to his present enviable position.
Ascending bodies require an i'm
petus, or force of some kind to car
ry them up; little Pansy gave Ar
chic Lynn his. From thatevening,
when she dropped down her gifts
with such plying face, he was
not the same lad. Her money en-
abled her motherto move into bet
ter quarters and the boy went to
work with a determination that was
absolutely heroic. "I'll pay little
Pansy her money yet"
He had succeeded in his first re.
solve, he was high enough up even
for his soaring ambition but al
though the little bead purse, with
her simple pretty name engraved
on its clasp, was filled to its ut
most capacity, little Pansy had
never been found. She seemed to
have died out Of his life like
a sweet blossom, leaving a void
that nothing else could ever fill.
Still he went on working. and
boarding up every dollar he could
spare, to pay little Pansy. While
other young men squandered their
money and wasted their time, he
was growing rich and renowned ),
and all for this one object--for lit
tie Pansy's sake.
But now his mother and poor
little Violet having gone to their
long home, he was left utterly alone
without kin or kindred on all the
earth. Of what avail were his
fair prospects, his handsome for
tune ? Time and again he made
up his mind to 60 out into the
world of beauty and fashion, and
WOO and win him wife to brighten
and cheer his solitary home; but as
often as he essayed the attempt,
that little rosy face, set in its
frame work of sunny curls, SEEM
ed looking upon him, just as it
did from the lofty window that
wintry afternoon, and he turned
from beautiful women, who would
have been glad of his favor, and
went on with his old tax, working
for little Pansy's sake. The boys
dream had grown into mans hope
and inspiration.
Sitting there that chill Decem-
Der afternoon, and looking out up
on the streets, just beginning to
grow white beneath a rapid fall
of snow, old memories came crowd
ing back upon him-memories of
his mother, of Violet, and of dar-
ling little Pansy. Her very name
seemed to call up a dreamy and
delicious fragrance. Very soon
his foolish heart was in his mouth
and his eyes blinded by tears-so
blinded that he did not see the
customer, who entered. She ap-
preached the counter, shaking the
snow from her veil and cloak
Archie Lynn sprang to his feet,
dashipg the silly tears from bis
eyes.
. "Will you please look over
these, sir" she said speaking in q
voice of dulcet sweetness, as she
deposited a small jewel-case on
the counter; 81 wish tosdispose
of them, and would like to know