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

n for his sister; a command he was no
4 slow TO obey.
81 think we'll not lose sight of tn,
Q little fellow" continued Mr.. Fontenay
as Ross disappeared in the stormy dark
# ness, "shall we, pet? Let's see, wha
i can we do to help him {? He's promis
}, ing yourg lad, and an honest one I'm
!, sure. Mr.. Lenox, you'rerin need of al
errand boy. why not try him? vial
The jeweler consented, to Pansiet
0 great delight and on the following day
l Ross was duly established as errand boy
. in the fashionable establishment.
Fifteen years after, one clustering
+ March morning, 4 young man sat be
hind the counter OF thriving jewelry
establishment in one of the Northern
pities. He was handsome man, "a
scholar and traveller, man of taste
J intellect aud money, for he was Junior
J partner in the firm, which was a pros.
porous one. But despite all this good
fortune, Ross Dunbar was net happy.
His mother and little Flora had gone to
their long home, and he was utterly
alone, without kith or kin in the wide
world.
Sitting alone that morning, with the
roar Of the March winds in his ears. his
thoughts were running back to the DAYS
of his boyhood, to his mothers humble
home. How vivid the past seemed, and
how dear and sacred, despite its priva.
tons and sorrow. His eyes grew dim
and his heart swelled. All were gone
| tho xus ~c \
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 customer, lady closely
cloaked and yelled. She approached
the counter, with jewel-case in her
hand.
"Would you buy these, sir" she asked
simply, in a 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, diamond ring, one |
or two rubies, and an emerald necklace.
Ross Dunbar barely suppressed a 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.
IL dislike to part with this" she said;
lit 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 at.
ter moment land am willing to give
You fair price-suppose we say one
thousand dollars, will that do?'
The girl flashed q dazzling glance of
glad surprise from beneath her heavy
veil.
$50 much as that ?" she said tremu.
|ously. "You are very kind, sir. OIL
you cannot know how much this money
will help mel''
The young man made polite reply,
and proceeded to put aside the jewels
md to draw check for the money. I
The March winds were still clustering
without, and the girl shivered and drew
ner wraps closer as she started out.
"Won't you let me run down to the
bank for you ?" said the .jeweler, catch.
ng up his hat. "You can play shop.
ady the while; it won't be but minute
" two" ii
"But | am troubling you so," she fal.
cred.
"Not bit; just take this warm seat,
'lease, you'll not be likely to have any
customers" And seating her beside 9
lis desk, he took the check and hur.
led out. 9
Pansie Fontenay threw back her veil, t
nd leaned her head upon her hand; a t
'uzzled, reflective look upon her sweet, r
I'd face.
"Where have / seen his face ?" she 9
sked herself over and over again. at b
} 80 familiar; who in the world can il 8
eT His return broke in upon her Z
neditations, and receiving her money, n
he hurried away to her humble lodg. o
ngs. p
The following afternoon was even a