Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-05-27
Little Pansie's Emeralds.

away up in the bleak attic of a wretched
tenement house, pale, sad-eyed woman
sat sewing. The garment upon which
she was engaged was very rich and cost
ly, being handsome party dress. The
twilight closed in rapidly, with blind
ing fall of snow, and bitter wailing
blast, that made the windows rattle in
their easements. Still the sad-eyed wom-
an stitched on.
Mother" piped slender voice from
beneath the window, 'shall you get the
hne dress done? y mother L m SO num-
CRY, if I could only have some tea, and
bit of sausage
The mother worked steadily on for a
few moments, pausing only to brush a
tear from her white cheek, and then she
arose, and shook out the glittering robe.
"'Tis done at last" she said, "now
mothers poor little girl can have her
supper, only be patient little longer,
Flora. Ross, Ross, where are you, my
boy %
A manly little fellow came out from
the little bedroom beyond.
"The fine dress is done, Ross" said
his mother, land you must run home
with it as fast as ever you can. Miss
Garcia will be out of patience, [ know
Tell her | could not finish it one moment
sooner, and ask her to give you the mon
ey. We must have it tonight. And
you can step in at Mr.. Rays as you
come back and buy some coal, and We
must have some bread, and tea, and a
mite of butter, and you must get sau-
sage, Ross, for poor little Flora"
"I'll get 'em all mother" he said,
''and be back in no time You shall
have big sausage, little SIS he added,
turning toward the cot.
The little girl nodded her curly head,
and her great wistful eyes sparkled with
delight.
'And you sh all have half of it, Ross, ;"
she piped, in her slender bird voice.
Hadn't you better put on your thick
jacket my boy? continued his mother !;
''the wind cuts like knife"
"Pshaw, little mother l don't mind
the wind" And away he went, down
the creaking stairs, and out in the storm.
In her splendid mansion on Fifth Av-
enue, Miss Garcia Fontenay was in a
perfect furor of impatience and anger
Her dear five hundred friends were as
sembling in the halls below, and her
handsome dress had not come home
What did that beggar woman mean by
disappointing her? At that moment
there was ring at the door, and a
voice in the hall,
''Please tell Miss Garcia my mother
could not finish it sooner, and she wants
the money tonight -
The servant took up the handsome
dress and message.
"Ill never give her another stitch Of
work, cried the angry beauty; Il ought
to have had it three hours ago. Here
Fanchion. come and dress me at once,
there is not a moment to lose! No, /
can't pay tonight, I haven't time. He
must call tomorrow"
''But we have no fire and nothing tc
eat. and my little sister is SICK" called
the boy, pushing up the grand stairway
"Shut that door, Fanchion p com.
manded Miss Garcia. And the door
was closed in his face.
From her perch at the parlor window,
little Pansie watched the whole scene
her violet eyes distended in childish
amazement Poor little boy" she
said, as Ross disappeared down the stair
way, ''sister Garcia ought to pay him
1t must be dreadful to have no fire anc
nothing to eat.
She stood for moment, balancing
herself on the tip of one dainty foot, hel
rosebud face grave and affective then
sudden thought flooded her blue eye
with sunshine, and snatching something
from the table, she darted down stairs
The servant had just closed the stree
door, but she futtered past him like /;
humming bird, and opened it. On tn,
steps sat Ross. brave little fellow tha
he was, his face in his hands, sobbing
as if his heart would break
whats the matter, little boy 2
questioned Pansie.
Ross looked up, half believing tha
the face of an angel looked down upol
him through the whirling snowfakes
80 l can't go home without the mon
ey," he sobbed; poor mother worke,
so hard, and little Flora is so sick, an,
so hungry
Pansie's eyes glittered like stars.
Here she said, '.do you take this
little boy, and buy her lots o nice things
'Tis worth great deal papa bought
for my birthday present, but do you tax
it and welcome"
, She extended her dimplcd hands, an
something like shower of falling star
tinkled to the boys feet He caught
: up In maze--a necklace of emerald:
lustrous. cleaning things set in tawn
!, Indian gold
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