The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1872-05-16
LITTLE PANSlE'S EMERALDS.

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One wiutry afternoon in January, away
up in the bleak attic Of wretched taue.
meut house q pale sad.eyed woman sat
sewing. The garment upon which sho
was engaged was very rich aud costly, be-.
inc handsome party dress The twilight
closed 10 rapidly, with q binding fall Of
snow, and a bitter wailing blast, that made ID
the windows rattle in their casemeu.s.-
Sill the sad.faced woman stitched on.
"Nlother," piped slender voice from
tho cot beneath the window. 'shall you
get the fine dress done? Oh mother I'm
50 hungry, If ! could only have some tea
aud BIT ofsausages.'
The mother worked on steadily for aiew
moments. pausiug only to brush tear from
her white cheek. thc1 she arose. and shook
out the glit,eriug robe.
"Tis done at last" she said "now moth.
er's poor little girl can have her supper on
" be patient alitlle longer Flora. Ross
Ross, where are you my boy!"
A manly little fellow osue out from the %
little acknowledged N
"The 6nc dress is done, Ross" said bis
mother, ''and you must run home with \ \
as fast as ever you can, Miss Garcia will
be out Of patience, | know. Tell her !
couldn't finish it one moment sooner; and
ask her to give you the money. We must
have it tonight, you can stop in at Mr..
Rays as you cone back and buy some
coal and VIC must have some bread. aud
ten, and mite Of butter, and you must got
a sausage, Ross. for poor little Flora"
an get 'em all mother" be said, "aud
be back 10 no time. You shall have big
sausage, little SIS" be added turning TO-
wards the cot.
The little girl nodded her curly head
and her great wist'ul eyes sparkled with
delight. ,
sSe piped, in her slender bird.voice.
Hadn't you better put on your thick
Jacket my boy?'' continued bis mother;
,.'the wind cuts Ikea knife"
"Pbaw, little mother! | don't mind the
wind" And away he went, down the
creakiug fight Of stairs, and on 10 the
storm.
In her splendid mansion on Fifth Aven.
ue, Miss Garcia Fontnay was in perfect
furor Of impa,icnce and anger. Her dear
| Eve hundred friends were assembling 10
tbe halls below, and her handsome dress
had not come home. What did that beg
gar woman mean BY disappointing her?-
| At that moment there was a ring at TIE
door. and voice in the hall
"Please tell Miss Garcia my mother
] could not 6uish it any sooner, and sht
wants the money tonight"
The servant took up the handsome dress
and MESSAGE. s..
I'll never give her another stitch o.
work." cried the angry beauty; II ough
to have bad il three hours ago. Here
Fanchon, come aud dress me at once
there's not moment 10 lose! No, | can
pay tonight haven't time, He mus
call to.morrow
"But we've 10 FIRE and nothing to eat
and my little sister is sick. called the boy
pushing up the grand stair. way.
shut that door, Fanchou!" commanded
Miss Garcia. And the door was closed il
his face.
From her porch iu the parlor window
4 little Pansie watched the whole scene, be-
violet eyes distended with childish amaze
ment. "Poor little boy" she said, as Ros
disappeared down the stairway, "siste
Garcia ought to pay MN. IL must U
dreadful to have no fire and nothing I
eat" gtf
She stood for moment. balancing her
self on the tip Of one dainty foot har rose
bud face grave and affective; then sud
den thought flooded her blue eyes will
sunshine, and she snatched something frou
the table, and darted down stairs Th
servant had JUS. closed the street door, bu
she auttered past him like humming. bird
aud opened it On the steps sat Ross
brave little fellow that he was, bis face j
his hands, sobbiug, as if bis heart Wopl
break
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