Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1873-04-04
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sic instantly clasped in her chubby

81 am not thief, SIR" he said at
last, addressing Mr.. Fortenay; "I
,, | never stole anything in my life. I
! know it was wrong to take the neck
: lace-but, sir, my little sister. is star
!, wing" y
his eyes.
, said, patting the lads head, land do
not in the least blame you, but 1 will
take ..Pansie's emeralds, and you shall
have something more available. Here,
, Pansie, you hand this to your little
+ friend"
He put a gold piece into Pansie's
hands which she rendered to Ross,
with the injunction that he should go
and buy lots of goodies for his sister
an injunction which he was not slow to
obey
II think we will not lose sight of the
little fellow" continued Mr.. Fontena-,
as Ross disappeared in the gloom,
"shall we pet I? Let's see, what can
we do for him ? He's a promising
young lad, and an honest one, Tn
sure. Mr.. Lennox, you're i'll need OF
an GRAND boy, why not try him /
wish you would.
The jeweler consented, to Pansie's
delight, aud on the following day Ross
was duly installed as an errand boy in
the fashionable establishment.
Fifteen years later, one clustering
March morning, q young man sat be-
hind the counter of thriving jewelry
establishment in one of the Northern
cities. He was Il handsome young
man, scholar and traveller, n man OF
taste, intellect and money, for he was
Junior partner in the firm, which was
prosperous one. But despite all this
good fortune, Ross Dunbar was not
happy. His mother and little Flora
had gone to their long home, and he
was all alone without kith or kin i'll
| this wide world.
| Sitting alone one morning, with the
roar of the March wind in his ears,
his thoughts were running back t. the
| days of his childhood, to his mothers
| humble home. How vivid the past
seemed, and how dear and sacred,
| despite its privation and sorrow.
A tender smile sOftened his sad faco
| rs ne recalled that stormy night when
he sat on the steps of Mr.. Fontenay's
| mansion and little Pansie, tthe remcm-
brance Of her sweet face as he saw it
| through the snow wreaths that night,
haunted him continually. In all the
I1UCCn years., uGNcI loI oIIc HottI ilittl
he forgotten her. But she was gone;
| lost to him forever.
His reverie was broken by. the cn-
trance of customer, lady closely
cloaked and yelled. She approached
| the counter with jewel case in her
hand.
"Would you buy thcsc?' she asked
simply, in q 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 il
| and spread its contents, Il watch, elc-
giant and costly, a diamond ring, two
rubies and an emerald. Ross Dunbar
barely suppressed n cry Of surprise as
| his eyes fell upon it. He turned it
over with eager, trembling fingers,
and there on the clasp was the namc
that lived in his heart for so many
years, 'Little Pansie.
"You wish to sell them ALP" he
asked, striving to steady his voice, and
| the wild throbbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated all instant, then
she put out a slender hand and drew
| the emeralds towards her.
Il dislike to part with this" she
said "It was my fathers gift-and-
but no matter, take them all 1 must
have the money"
In her eagerness she had thrown
aside her veil, revealing lilly face lit
by lustrous sapphire eyes. Ross Dun
bar stood silent moment, every nerve
in his manly frame thrilling with su-
prelce delight. He had found her ut
last, the one idol of his life
They are very fine gems, he said
after moment, "and I am willing to
give you fair price-suppOse we say
one thousand dollars, will that do?'
The girl flashed dazzling glance Of
surprise from beneath her heavy veil.
$50 much as that 2" she said treIn-
ulously. You are very kind, sir. q,
you cannot know how much this money
will help me"
The young man made polite reply,
and proceeded to put up the jewels
and draw n check for the money. The
March winds were still clustering
without, and the girl shivered and
drew her wrapper closer as she started
out.
Wont you let me run down to the
bank for you?" said the jeweler,
catching up his hat.
"You can play shOp-lady the while;
it won't be but a minute or two
s'But I am troubling you So
"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
hurried out.
Pansey Fontenay threw back her
veil and leaned her hcad on her hand
puzzled, reflective look Oh her sweet,
sad face.
"Where have [ sccli THAI faea?" she
asked herself over and over again
Its SO familiar who in the world
can it be %
His return broke in upon her mcti-
tations, and after receiving hex money
she hurried away to her humble
lodgings.
The following afternoon was even
more clustering and stormy; The wind
roared and the slcct beat an,. tilkl"d
against the windows Of the little room
in which Pansie and her father SAT
Severe ,ni3fortuncs and reverse, hnd
reduced them to poverty, and the oit
man being all invalid, all III" care fell
on l'ansie's slender shoulders. She
sat with her sewing, while her iatl"i-
read aloud from a new book sh" had
bought for him with somc OF tho
money received for the Jewels. Her
sweet face was wan and sad, ani lor
future stretched before her sad and
gloomy.
There was ring at thc door, an,l ?
servant brought mp package for Mis-
Fontenay. An exquisite bunch OF
pansies, fragrant and gold hearted,
done up il tissue paper, ana attached
to them IL card bearing the simple
words Cross Dunbar has not forgot
ten Little Pansie."
| Pansie sat amazed fora moment, GnG
then the rich bloom darted NJ to her
| checks.
30 father" she cried, 81 knew him
knew him! O, we have found Ross
at last"
An instant later Ross was in the
room, clasping her hr1ttering Isans;S IN
! his, and looked into her bluc eye;
with glance that brought the rosy
| hue to her face. And Few week;
later, when the clustering winds were
/ .,1-er cDa tho blr1n birdQ Saucc i'm thci,-