Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-05-27

cloaked and yelled. She approached the
counter with jewel case in her hand.
Would you buy these, sir?" she
asked simply, in clear sweet voice that
stirred the young mans heart as no 9TH
er woman's voice had power to do.
He took the casket, unclosed it and
spread out its contents. A watch, ex-
quisite and costly, a diamond ring. one
or two rubies and an emerald necklace.
Ross Dunbar barely suppressed cry of
surprise, as his eye fell upon it. He
turned it over with eager trembling fin
gers, and there on its tawny clasp was
the name that had lived in his heart for
50 many long years: Little Pansie."
"You wisft -seiff1 them all 90 he ask
ed, striving to steady his voice, and the
wild throbbing of his heart
Tie lady hesitated an instant, then
she put out a slender hand and drew
the emeralds towards her.
81 dislike to part with this she
said, sit was my fathers gift-and-
-and-but no matter, take them all, l
must have the money!
In her eagerness she had thrown aside
her veil, revealing lily face lit by lus-
trous sapphire eyes. Ross Dunbar stood
silent a moment, every nerve in his man.
ly frame thrilling with supreme delight.
He had found her at last-the one idol
of his life.
''They are very fine gems" he said
after moment, "and | am willing to
give you a fair price-supposc we say
one thousand dollars, will that do 2"
The girl flashed dazzling glance of
glad surprise from beneath her heavy
veil.
so much as that? ?" she asked tremu
lously. ''You are very kind sir. o
you cannot know how much this money
will help me %
The young man made polite reply,
and proceeded to put aside the jewels,
and to draw up check for the money.
The March winds were still clustering
without, and the girl shivered and drew
her wraps closer, as she started out
Wont you let me run down to the
bank for you p asked the jeweler catch
ing up his hat. ''You can play shop
lady the while, it won't be but minute
or two"
"But | am troubling you so" she fal.
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 head upon her hand, a
puzzled reflective look on her sweet face.
'Where have l seen his face % she
asked herself over and over again. 'It
is so familiar; who in the world can he
be ?'
His return broke in upon her medita-
tions, and receiving her money, she hur-
ried away to her humble lodging
The following afternoon was even more
clustering and stormy the wind roared
and the sleet beat against the windows
of the little room in which Pansie and
her father sat. Severe misfortunes and
reverses had reduced them to poverty,
and the old man being an invalid, all
the care fell upon Pansie's slender shoul-
ders. She sat busy with her sewing
while her father read aloud from a new
book, which she had bought for him
with some of the money received for her
Jewels Her sweet face was wan and
sad and the future stretched before her,
hopeless and gloomy.
There was a ring at the door, and a
servant brought up a 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,
Gross Dunbar has not forgotten little
Pansie.
Pansie sat amazed for moment and
then rich bloom drifted up to her
white cheeks.
20, father y she cried, Il know him
i know him o, we have found Ross
at last
An instant later, Ross was in the
room, clasping her futtering hand il
| his, and looking into her blue eyes with
, a glance that brought the rosy blushes
t to her face.
And few weeks later, when the blus
tering winds were over, and the blue
birds sang in the hedges, and the golden
| hearted pansies bloomed on the garder
borders. little Pansie became Ross Dun
= bars bride, and for his bridal gift h,
5 gave her back her string of emeralds
An exchange says "Gen. Sherman
rises superior to all the Establishments O
royalty. The Khedive placed palac,
at his disposal, but the hero of the grea
march preferred the simple accommoda
tions of little two-story auberge at Ca
iro. No stuff and nonsense about olc
Tecumseh. Swing him hammock il
the open air, with good gingham avn