Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1873-06-21

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yousomething oreavaiiable. Her
Pansie, give this to your little friend.
lie put gold piece into Pansie'
hands, which she rendered to Ross
with the injunction that he should ral
straight home and buy lots of goodie
for his sister-a command he was no
slow to obey.
" L think we will not lose sight O
the little fellow, continued Mr.. Fon
tenay, as Ross disappeared in tht
stormy darkness, shall we, pet? He,
promising young lad and an homes
one, I'm sure, Mr.. Lennox, you're il
need of an errand boy, why not Try
him? | wish you would"
The jeweler consented, to Pansie's
great delight, and on the following
day Ross was duly installed as an er,
rand boy, in the fashionable establish
ment.
Fifteen years after, one clustering
March morning, a young man sat be-
hind the counter of thrivingjewelry
establishment in one of the Northern
cities. He was a handsome man, a
scholar and traveller, a man of taste,
intellect and money, for he was junior
partner In the firm, which was a pros
porous one. But despite all his good
fortune, Ross Dunbar was not happy.
His mother and his little Flora had
gone to their long home, and he was
utterly alone, without kith or kin in
the wide world.
Sitting alone one morning with the
roar of the March wind 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 privatiOns and sorrow. His eyes
grew dim and his heart swelled. All
were gone over the wide waters ftime
and change
A tender smile softened his sad face
as he recalled that stormy night when
he sat sobbing on the steps of Mr..
Fountenay's mansion and little Pansie,
the remembrance of her sweet face, as
he saw it through the snow wreaths
that night, haunted him certainly. In
all the fifteen years never for one hour
had he forgotten her. Butshe was gone;
lost to him forever.
His revery was broken by the en-
trance of customer, a lady closely
cloaked and yelled. She approached
the counter with jewel case in her
hand.
Would you buy these?" she asked
simply, in clear sweet voice that
stirred the young mans heart as no
other woman's voice had power to do.
He took the casket and unclosed it
and spread out its contents. A watch,
elegant and costly, a diamond ring. two
rubies and an emerald necklace. Ross
Dunbar barely suppressed. cry fsur-
prise as his eyes feel upon it. He turn
ed it over with eager, trembling fng-
ers, and there on the clasp was the
name that lived in his heart for so
many long years, Little Pansie."
8 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 toward her.
" [ dislike to part with this" she
said 4; it was fathers gift-and-but
no matter, take them all / must have
the money"
In her eagerness she had thrown
aside her veil, revealing little face
lit by lustrious sapphire eyes. Ross
Dunbar stood silent 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
after moment, and [ am willing to
give you a fair price-suppose we say
one thousand dollars, will that do 2"
The girl flashed a dazzling glance of
surprise from beneath her heavy veil.
so much as that2" she asked trem-
ulously. You are very kind, sir. OI
you cannot know howm this money
will help me-"
The young man made polite reply
and proceeded to put aside the jewels |
to draw a check for the money. The
March winds were still clustering
without, and the girl shivered and |
drew her wrapper closer as she started |
out.
Won't you let me run down to the |
bank for you? p said the jeweler catch
ing up his hat.
You can play shop-lady the while;
it won't be but minute or two"
but l am troubling you SO"
mot 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 hurried out.
Pansie Fontenay threw back her
veil and leaned her head upon her
hand puzzled reflective look upon
her sweet, sad face.
Where have | seen that face p she
asked herself over and overagain. 1t
is so familiar, who in the world can it
be ?" His return broke in upon her
and after 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 twinkled
against the windows of the little room
N which Pansie and her father sat.
Severe misfortune had reduced them
10 poverty, and the old man being an
invalid, all the care fell upon Pansie's
slender shoulder. She sat with her
sewing, while her father read aloud
rom new book she had bought for
him with some Of the money received
or her jewels. Her sweet face was
van and sad, and her future stretched
before her sad, hopeless and gloomy.
There was ring at the door and a
servant brought up package for Miss
Fontenay. An exquisite bunch Ofpan-
lies. fragrant and golden hearted, done
lp in tissue paper, and attached to
hem card bearing the simple words
Ross Dunbar has not forgotten little
pansie."
Pansie sat amazed for moment
md their rich bloom darted up to her
White cheeks.
40 father" she cried, {" / knew him
L knew him o, we have found Ross
It last"
An instant later Ross was in the
oom, clasping her futtering hands in
lis, and into her blue eyes with a
dance look that brought the rosy hue
o her face. And a few weeks later,
yhen the clustering winds were over,
md the blue birds sang in their hedges
nd the golden hearted pansies bloom
d on the garden borders, little Pansie
became Ross Dunbar's bride. and for
Ter bridal gift he gave her back her
tring of emeralds.
THE Memphis Appeal has found
ut by hard, practical experience that
t takes considerable money to run a