The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1872-08-23


of his boyhood, to his mothers humble
home. How vivid the past seemed, and
how dear and sacred, despite its priva.
and his heart swelled. All were gone
over the vile waters of time and
change.
A tender smile softened his sad face
as he recalled that stormy night when
he sat sobbing on the steps OF Mr.. Fon-
tenay's mansion, and little Pansie, TAX
ing pity on him, dropped her string of
emeralds. Darling little Pansie, the
remembrance of her sweet face, as he
saw it through the snow wreaths that
night, haunted him constantly. In all
the fifteen years, never for one hour
had he forgotten her. But she was
gone lost to him forever.
His revery was broken by the en-
trance of a customer, lady closely
cloaked and yelled. She approached
the counter, with a .jewel-case in her
hand.
"Would you buy these, sir" she asked
simply, in clear, sweet voice that stir
red the young mans heart as no other
woman's voice had power to do.
He took the casket and Enclosed it,,
and spread out its contents. A watch,
elegant and costly, a diamond ring, one
or two rubies, and an emerald necklace.
Ross Dunbar barely suppressed cry of
surprise as his eyes fell upon it. He
turned it over with eager, trembling fin
gers, and there on the clasp was the
name that had lived in his heart for so
many long years, "Little Pansie."
"You wish to sell them all ?" he
asked, striving to steady his voice, and
the wild throbbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant, then
she put out slender hand and drew
the emeralds towards her.
81 dislike to part with this" she said;
'it 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
lustrous sapphire eyes. Ross Dunbar
stood silent a moment, every nerve in
his manly frame thrilling with supreme
delight. He had found her at last, the
one idol of his life.
"They are very fine gems" he said az
ter moment "and | am willing to give
you fair price-suppose we say one
thousand dollars, will that do?"
The girl flashed a dazzling glance of
glad surprise from beneath her heavy
veil.
$50 much as that ?" she said tremu.
lousy "You are very kind, sir. o
you cannot know how much this money
will help me ~
The young man made a polite reply,
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 shivered and drew
her wraps closer as she started out.
"Won't you let me run down to the
bank for you ?" said 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 hur-
ried 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 l seen his face?n she
asked herself over and over again. at
is so familiar; who in the world can il
be ?" His return broke in upon her
meditations, and receiving her money,
she hurried away TO her humble lodg-
ings.
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. Sc
we're misfortune and reverses had re-
duced them to poverty, and the old
man being an invalid, all the care fell
upon Pansie's slender shoulder. She
sat busy with her sewing. while her
father read aloud from a new book,
which she had bought for him with
Jewels. Her sweet face was war and
sad, and her future stretched before her
sad and hopeless and gloomy.
There was a ring at the door, and
servant brought up a package for Miss
Fontenay. An exquisite bunch OF
pansies, fragrant and golden hearted,
done up in tissue paper, and attached
to them card, bearing the simple
word: Gross Dunbar has not forgotten
Little Pansie."
Pansie sat amazed for moment, and
then rich bloom drifted up to her
white cheeks.
so father" she cried, 81 knew him
knew him 0 we have found Ross at
last ~
An instant later Ross was in the room,
clasping her fluttering hands in his, and
looking into her blue eyes with a glance
that brought the rosy bushes to her
face.
And a few weeks later, when the
clustering winds we're 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 en-
eralds.
A Sneezing Accident.
An accident at Long Branch is thus