Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1872-02-23
gelerten Misrellauy.
LITTLE PANsIE's EMERALDs.
BY RMMA GARRISON JONES.

One wintry afternoon in January, away
up in the bleak attic of wretched tene-
meut house. pale sad-eyed woman sat
sewing. The garment upon which she
was engaged was very rich and costly. be-
ing handsome party dress. The twi-
light closed in rapidly. with binding
fall of snow, and bitter wailing blast,
that made the windows rattle in their case
ments. Still the sad faced woman stitch
ed on.
er eMoiher." piped slender voice from
the cot beneath the window, .shall you
get the fine dress done? o mother, Tn
so hungry. if I could only have some tea,
and Bit O sausage"
The mother worked on steadily for a
few moments, pausing only to brush a
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 her sup
per, only be patient little longer, Flora.
Ross. Ross. where are you. my boy r
"A manly little fellow came out from the
little bed room beyond.
.asssThe fine dress is done, Ross, said bis
mother, land you must run home with it
as fast as ever you can. Miss Garcia will
be out OF patience. l know. Tell her |
couldn't flush It one moment sooner, and
ask her to give you the money. We must
have it tonight. Aud you can stop in at
Mr.. Rays as you come back. and buy
some coal, and we must have some bread.
and tea, and o mite Of butter, and you
must get q sausage. Ross, for poor little
Flora"
s1.h get'em all. mother, be said. land
be back in uotime. Yon shall have big
sausage little SIS" he added. turning to-
wards the cot
The little girl nodded her curley head.
and her great wistful eyes sparkled with
delight.
And you shall have half of it. Ross, "
she piped. in her slender bird voice.
"Hadn't you better put on your thick
jacket. my boyf" continued his mother !;
..the wind cuts like knife"
s'Pshaw. little mother! I don't mind
the wind" a
And away he went. down the creaking
fight of stairs, and out into the storm.
In her splendid mansion on Fifth Ave-
i,ue. Miss Garcia Fonteuay was in per-
feet Juror Of impatience and anger. Her
dear Eve hundred friends were assembling
In the halls below, ana her handsome dress
had not come home What did that beg
gar woman mean BY disappointing her !?
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
Che money tonight
The servant took up the handsome DIR, IS
and the message.
''Ill never give her another stitch Of
Z work, cried the angry beauty; II ought
Co have had it three hours ago. Here,
Fanchon,- come and dress me at once,
there's not q moment to lose! No, |
can't pay tonight. I 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 that door. Fanchon p command
ed Miss Garcia. And the door was closed
IN bis face.
From her perch at the parlor window.
little Pansie watched the whole scene. her
violet eyes distended with childish amaze
ment. "Poor little boy" she said, as
Ross disappeared down the stairway, isis.
ter Garcia ought to pay him. Itmust be
dreadful TO nave no nre and nothing te
eat"
= She stood for moment. balancing her.
selfon the tip Of one dainty foot. her rose.
budsface grave and reflective ; then sud.
den thonght flooded her blue eyes with
sunshine, and .snatehing something from
khe table, she darted down the stairs
The servant had just closed the street door
bnt she huttered past him like hummine
bird, and opened it. On the step sa
Ross, brave little fellow that he was, hi
face in his hands, sobbiug as if his hear
would break. sassEz7
'.What's the matter. little boy p ques
toned Pansis
Ross looked up, balf believing that th'