The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-08-23

The.eeyvant took up the handson
dress and message.
"lllnever give her another stitch
work, 2cried the angry beauty: Iougl
to have hadt three hours ago Her
Fanch0p, come and dress at one
there no. . moment to lose! No,
can't my tonight, haven't time. 81
must csQ tpsmorrow."
"But we've no fire, and nothing |
eat, and my little sister is sick" Gale
the boy, pushing up the grand stairwa,
! "Shut that dsar, FapohsnlY con
nfanded Mss G&ciA 1nds thS doc
was closed in his face.
From her perch stthe parlerwi1do
little Pansie watched the whole scene
her violet eyes distended with ohildis
amazement. "Poor little boy,' sh
said, as Ross disappeared down tn
stairway, SISTER Garcia ought to pa
him. IT must be dreadful TO have n
| fire and nothing to eat"
She stood for moment, balancing
herself on the tip of one dainty foot
her rosebud face grave and reflective
then a sudden thought flooded he
blue eyes with sunshine, and snatchin,
something from the table, she dartet
down stairs. The servant had JUS
closed the street door, but she HuttereG
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.
whats the matter, little boy?" ques-
toned Pansie.
Ross looked up, half believing that it
was the face of an angel looking down
upon him through the whirling snow
flakes.
20, / cannot 60 home without the
money" he sobbed: "poor mother work.
ed hard. and little Flora is sick and so
hungry"
Pansie's eyes glistened 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
do you tale it and welcome"
She extended her dimpled hands,
and something like shower of falling
stars tinkled to the boys feet He
caught it up in q mase---a necklace of
emeralds, lustrous, cleaning thing set
in tawny Indian gold. va
"No, nor' he cried, running up to
where she stood; ~ dan't take this, take
It back"
But Pansie shook her curly head.
"You shall take it," she commanded
mperiously. ''I've lots o. jewelry and
fine things-run home now and buy
your sister something nice to eat"
She closed the door with bang, and
Ross stood irresolute in the stormy
gloom. Should he ring the bell and re-
urn the jewels to Pansie's father, or
hould he do as she had bid him He
bought Of his mother and poor hungry
title Flora watching wistfully for his
'eturn. He could not 60 back and see
hem starve. With sudden feeling of
he thrust the. glitteiing
necklace in his bosom, and dashed
Town the snowy street. II ~ ,'' !
The gas light blazed brilliantly in a
jewelry establishment. and |
ts bland proprietor looked down inquir.
ngly on little Ross, as he approached |
he elittering counter.
"Would you like to buy this, sir ?"
There was tremor in the boys voice |
8 he atked the question, and the hand |
hat held up the emerald necklace
hook visibly. The lapidary took the |
ems, examined them closely for a mo-
nent, and then shot sharp glance at
be child.
"See here" he said, presently, his
dice stern and commanding, ~ want
D know how you came by this p
The boys clear eyes fell, he blushed
nd stammered, evidently embarrassed.
he jeweler put aside the emeralds,
nd taking the lads arm, led him into
small ante-room.
"You are thief, sir" he said. "That
ecklace belongs to Mr.. Fontenay-he
ought it of me not, one mouth ago.
'ou stole it., You are thiefv'
The little fellow stIaightened him
III, and his brown eyes b1ased.
~ an, not a thief" he retorted. ~
idn't steal that necklace kind little
irl gave it to me, and know it was
rong to take it, but-but-my mother
nd sister are starving"
The jeweler hesitated.
"You don't look like thief" he said,
but will send for Mr.. Fontenay; that
i'll settle the matter at once"
He dispatched a messenger accord.
'gly, and Ross sat down in one corner,
i'd sobbed bitterly, as he heard the
irving winds, and thought of his
other and poor little Flora. In half
4 hour Mr.. Fontenay came, bringing
3 daughter, little Pansie, with him.
ne little creature darted in like q
aiming bird, her checks ablaze, her
es flashing lightning. Ii
"He didn't steal my emeralds - she
led. ~ gave EN- to him to sell 'em
ID buy bread for his little sister," II
Ross sprang to his feet, struggling
Ird to keep back his tears. He put i
It his little brown hand, which Pansie ,