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

One wintry afternoon in January
away up in the bleak attic of a ten
ement house, a pale sad-eyed wo.
man sat sewing. The garment upon
which she was engaged was very
rich and costly, being a handsome
party dress. The twilight closed in
rapidly, with binding fall of snow,
and a bitter, wailing blast, that made
the windows rattle in their case
ments. Still the pale-faced woman
stitched on.
Mother" piped slender voice
from the cot beneath the window,
"shall you get the fine dress donef
Oh, mother, I'm SO hungry, if 1 could
only have some tea, and a bit O.
sausage"
The mother worked on steadily
for a few moments, pausing only to
brush 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
supper, only be patient little longer,
Flora. Ross, Ross, where are you,
my boy~
A manly little fellow came out
from a little bed room beyond.
"The fine dress is done, Ross, said
the mother, sand you must run home
with it as first as ever you can. Miss
Garcia will be out of patience, ]
know. Tell her l couldn't finish ii
one moment sooner, and ask her to
give you the money. We must have
it tonight. And you can stop in at
Mr.. Rays as you come back and buy
some bread and tea, and a mite OF
butter and must get a sausage, Ross,
for poor little Flora"
"I'll get 'em all, MOTHER" he said,
"and be back in no time. You shall
have a big sausage, little SIS" he
added turning to the little cot in the
corner.
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
voice.
Hadn't you better. put on you
thick jacket, my boy? continued
the mother, "the wind cuts like F.;
knife"
"Pshaw, little mother, [ dom
mind the wind" And away he wen
down the creaking fight of stairs
and out in the storm. Miss Carols
Fontenay was in a perfect furore o
impatience and anger. Her dea
five hundred friends were assembled
in the halls below, and her handsom,
dress had not come home. What diC
that beggrr woman mean by disap
pointing her? At that moment ther
was a ring at the door, and a voic
in the hall.
"Please tell Miss Garcia my moth
er could not finish it sooner, and sh
wants the money tonight"
The servant took up the handsom
J dress and message.
GIL never give her another stitcl
of work" cried the angry beauty
l ought to have had it three hour
ago. Here Fanchon, come and dres
me at once, there's not moment tt
lose! No, can't pay tonight,
haven't time. He must call to-moT
row."
"But we've no fire, and nothing t
eat, and my little sister is sick,
called the boy, pushing up the gres
stairway.
"Shut that door, Fanchonw con
manded Miss Garcia. And the doc
was closed in his face.
From her perch at the parlOr wiz
dow, little Pansie watched the Who'll
scene, her violet eyes distended wit
childish amazement. "Poor liJtl
boy" she said, as Ross disappeare
down the stairway, "sister Garci
oug ht to pay him. Itmust be dreaC
full to have no fire and nothing
eat"
She stood for moment balancin
herself on the tip of one dainty foo
her rosebud face grave and refe'
5 tive-then sudden thought foode
her blue eyes with sunshine, an
5 snatching something from the tabl,
!, she darted down stairs. The servar
! had just closed the street door, bu
, she futtered past HIM like hun
: ming bird and opened it. On th
. steps sat Ross, brave little fellor
that he was, his face in his hand:
sobbing as if his heart would break
'What is the matter, little boy?
questioned little Pansie.
Ross looked up, half belieyini
that it was the face of an angel look
ing down upon him through tn
!, whirling snow flakes.
90, l cannot go home without tn
money" he sobbed "poor mothe
worked hard and little Flora is sicl
and hungry"
Pansie's eyes glistened like stars
"Here," she said, "do you tax
this, little boy, and buy her lots @
nice things. IT'S worth a grea
deal; papa bought it for my birth
day presen;, but do you take it an,
welcome"
She extended>her dimpled hands
and something like a shower Of fal
ling stars tinkled to the boys feet
He caught it up in a maze-a neck