The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-09-06

had lived in his heart so many Ions
years, "Little Pansie."
"You wish to sell them all?'' ht
asked, striving to steady his voice
and the wild throbbing of his heart
The lady hesltated an instant, ther
she put out a slender hand and drew
1.-THE emeralds towards her.
'I dislike to part with this" she
said; ait was my fathers gift-and
-snd-but no matter, take them all
must have the money"
In her eagerness she had thrown
aside her veil, revealing lilly face
lit up by lustrous sapphire eyes.
Ross Dunbar stood silent moment,
every nerve in his manly frame thrill
ing 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 will
ing to give you a fair price-sup-
pose we say thousand dollars, will
that do2"
The girl flashed dazzling glance
of glad surprise from beneath her
heavy veil.
$50 much as that she said tremu-
lously. "You are very kind, sir. o
you cannot~know how much this
money will help mel"
The young man made a polite re-
ply, and proceeded to put aside the
Jewels and to draw a check for the
money. The March winds were still
clustering without, and the girl
shiYered and drew her wraps closer
as she started out.
"Won't you let me run down to
the bank for you?' said the jeweler,
catching up his hat. "You can play
the shop-Iady the while; it won't be
but a minute or two"
"But 1 am troubling you SO" she
faltered
'Not a bit; just take a 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 upon
her sweet sad face.
"Where have 1 seen his face?" she
asked herself over and over again.
at is so familiar; who in the world
can it be2" His return broke in up
on her meditations, and receiving her
money, she hurried away to her hum
BILE lodgings.
The following afternoon was even
more clustering and stormy, the wind
roared and the sleet beat and tinkled
against the windows Of the little
room in which Pansie and her father
sat. Severe misfortune and reverses
had reduced them to poverty, and
the old man being an invalid, all the
care fell upon Pansie's shoulder. She
sat busy with her sewing, while her
father read aloud from 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 her future appeared before
her sad and hopeless and gloomy.
There was ring at the door, and
a servant brought up a package for
Miss Fontenay. An exquisit bunch
of pansies, fragrant and golden heart
ed, done up in tissue paper, and at
tached to them card bearing the
simple word: Gross Dunbar has not
forgotten Little Pansie."
Pansie sat amazed for moment,
and then a rich bloom drifted up to
her white cheeks.
80 father" she cried, ''I knew him
II knew him! o we have found
Ross at last!'
An instant later Ross was iu the
room clasping her futtering hands
in his, and looking into her blue eyes
with a glance that brought the rosy
bushes to her face.
And few weeks later, when the
clustering winds were over, and the
blue birds sang in the hedges, and
the golden hearted pansies bloomed
on the garden borders, little Pansie
became Ross Dunbar's bride, and for
her bridal gift he gave her back her
string of emeralds.