Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1872-05-10

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turned it over with eager, trembling fin.
gers, and there on the tiny clasp was
the name that had lived in his heart for
SO many long years, Little Pansie."
"You wish to sell them all ?" he ask
ed, striving to steady his voice, and the
wild throbbing o. his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant then she
put out slender hand and drew the en-
eralds toward her.
81 dislike to part with this" she said,
it was my others gift-and-and-
Jut nomatter, take hem all, l must have
the money"
In her eagerness she had thrown
de her veil, revealing a lily face lit by
lustrous sapphire eyes. Ross Dunbar
stood silent a moment, every nerve in his
manly frame thrilling with supreme de-
light. Hehad found her at last-the one
ol of his Ale.
"They are very fine gems" he said af-
ter a moment, "and / am willing to give
you fair price-suppose we say one
thousand dollars, will that do"
The girl flashed dazzling glance of
glad surprise from beneath her heavy
veil.
$50 much as that?' she said, tremu-
ously, You are very kiud, sir. 0, you
,s not know how much this money will
help me.
The young man made a polite reply,
and proceeded to put aside the jewels,
and to draw up check for the money.
The March winds we're still clustering
without, and the girl shivered and drew
her wraps closer as she started out.
Won't you let me run down to the
bank for your said the jeweler, catching
up his hat. You can play shop-lady
the while, it won't be but minute or
two"
But | am troubling you so" she fall
tered.
" Not bit; just take this warm seat,
please, you'll not be likely to have any
customers" and seating her beside his
desk, he took the check and hurried out.
Pansie Fontenay threw back her veil,
and leaned her heed upon her hand,
puzzled reflective look upon her sweet
sad face.
Where have I seen his face ?" she
asked herself over and over again. at
is so familiar; who in the world can it
be p
His return broke in upon her medita-
tons, and receiving her money, she hur-
ried away to her humble lodgings.
The following afternoon was even more
clustering and stormy; the wind roared,
and the sleet beat and tinkled agains.
the windows OF the little room in which
Pansie and her father sat. Severe mis-
fortunes and reverses had reduced them
to poverty, and the old man being an in
valid, all the care fell upon Pansie's
slender shoulders. She sat busy with
her sewing while her father read aloud
from new book, which she had bought
for him with some of the money receiv-
ed for her jewels. Her sweet face was
wan and sad, and the future stretched
before her hopeless and gloomy.
There was ring at the door, and
servant brought up package for Miss
Fontenay. An exquisite bunch of pam
sizes, fragrant and golden hearted, done
up in tissue paper, and attached to them
a card bearing the simple words Ross
Dunbar has not forgotten little Pansie."
Pansie sat amazed for moment, and
then rich bloom drifted up to her white
cheeks.
80 fatherl" he cried, | know him
know him! o, we have found Ross at
last p
An instant later, Ross was in the room
,lasping her fluttering hands in his, and
hat brought the rosy bushes to her face.
Aud few weeks later, when the blus.
'ering winds were over, and the bluebirds
sang in the hedges, and the golden heart
sdpansies bloomed on the garden borders,
little Pansie became Ross Dunbar's bride.
and for his bridal gift he gave her back
her string of emeralds.