Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1872-05-10
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Little Pansie's Emeralds.

and costly, being handsome part,
dress. The twilight closed in rapidly
with binding fall of snow. bitter
wailing blast, that made the windows
rattle in their easements. Still the sad
faced woman stitched on.
Mother" piped slender voice from
the cot beneath the window, shall yot
get the fine dress done? o mother I'm
so hungry, if l could have some tea, anC
bit O sausage"
The mother worked on steadily for &
few moments, pausing only to brush 8
tear from her white cheek, then she arose
and shook out the glittering robe.
"'Tis done at last" she said "now
mothers poor little girl can have hen
supper, only be patient a little longer
Flora. Ross, Ross, where are you my
boy 2"
A manly little fellow came out from
the little bedroom beyond.
" The fine dress is done, Ross, said
his mother, "and you must run home
with it as fast as ever you can. Miss
Garcia will be out of patience, | know.
Tell her I couldn't finish 1t one moment
sooner, and ask her to give you the mon
ey. We must have it tonight. And
you can stop in at Mr.. Rays as you come
back and buy some coal, and we must
have some bread, and tea, and mite of
butter, and you must geta sausage, Ross,
for poor little Flora"
"I'll get 'em all mother" be said,
"and be back in no time. You shall
have the big sausage, little Sis" he ad-
ded, turning towards the cot.
The little girl nodded her curly head,
and her great wistful eyes sparkled with
delight.
"And you shall have half of it, Ross, ;"
she piped, in her slender bird-like voice.
Hadn't you better put on your thick
jacket my boy p continued his mother I;
the wind cuts like knife"
"Pshaw, little mother don't mind
the wind" And away he went, down
the creaking flight of stairs, and out in
the storm.
In her splendid mansion on Fifth Az
enue, Miss Gracia Fontenay was in per-
feet Juror of impotence and anger. Her
dear five hundred friends were assem-
bling in the halls below, and her hand
some dress not come home. What did
that beggar woman mean by disappoint-
ing her I? At that moment there was a
ring at the door, and voice in the hall.
" Please tell Miss Garcia my mother
could not finish it sooner, and she wants
the money tonight"
The servant took the handsome dress
and message.
" I'll never give her another stitch Of
work" cried the angry beauty :" ought
to have had it three hours ago. Here,
Fanchon, come and dress me at once,
there's not moment to losel No,
can't pay tonight, haven't time. He
must call tomorrow"
But we've no FIRE and nothing to eat,
and my little sister is SICK" called the
boy, pushing up the grand stairway.
"Shut the door Fanchon T! command
ed Miss Garcia. And the door was
closed in the boys face.
From her perch at the parlor window,
little Pansie watched the whole scene.
her violet eyes distended with childish
amazement. " Poor little boy" she said,
as Ross disappeared down the stairway,
u sister Garcia ought to pay him. 1t
must be dreadful to have no FIRE and
nothing to eat"
She stood for moment, balancing
herself on the tip of her dainty foot, her
rosebud face grave and affective; then
sudden thought flooded her blue eyes
with sunshine, and snatching something
from the table, she darted down stairs.
The servant had just closed the street
door, but she auttered past him like
humming bird, and opened it. On the
steps sat Ross, brave little fellow that he
was, his face in his hands, sobbing as if
his heart would break.
What's the matter little boy ~ oues-
toned Pansie.
Ross looked up, halt believing that
the face of an angel looked down upon
him through the whirling snowAakes.
40, can't go home without the mon
ey," he sobbed "poor mother worked
hard, and little Flora is sick and SO
hungry"
Pansie's eyes glittered like stars.
" Here" she said, "do you take this,
little boy, and buy her lots o nice things.
It's worth great deal; papa bought it
for my birthday present, but you take
it and welcome"
She extended her dimple hands, and
something like shower of falling stars
tinkled to the boys feet. He caught it
up in maze-a necklace of emeraIds.
lustrous, cleaning things set in tawny
Indian GOLD