The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-05-08

give you something more available.
Here, Pansie, give this to your little
friend"
He put n gold piece into Pansie's
hands, which she rendered to Ross,
with the injunction that he should run
straight home and buy lots of goodies
for his sister-a command he was not
slow to obey.
"I think we will not lose sight of the
little fellow" continued Mr.. Fontenay,
as Ross disappeared in the stormy
darkness, "shall we, pet? He's q
promising young lad and an honest one,
I'm sure, Mr.. Lenox, you're in need of
an errand boy, why not try him? I
wish you would"
The jeweler consented, to Pansie's
great delight, and on the following day
Ross was duly installed as an errand
boy, in the fashionable establishment.
Fifteen years after, one clustering
March morning, young man sat be-
hind the counter Of a thriving jewelry
establishment in one of the Northern
cities. He was o handsome man, a
scholar and traveller, 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 ut
terly 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 priva-
tions and sorrow His eyes grew dim
and his heart swelled. All We're gone
over the wide 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-
tenays 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 But she was gone
lost to him forever.
His revery was broken by the en-
trance of a customer, lady closely
cloaked and yelled The approached
the counter with a jewel case in her
hand
Would you buy these ?" she asked
simply, in a clear sweet voice than stir
red the young mans heart as no other
womans voice had power to do.
He took the casket and Enclosed it
and spread out its contents. A watch,
elegant and costly, damon ring, two
rubies and an emerald necklace Ross
Durbar barely 81, pressed cry of sur
prise as his eyes fell upon it. He turn
ed it over with eager, trembling fingers
and there on the clasp was the name
that lived in his heart for so many long
;lI1o Dnnuia ~
you wish to sell them all, :" he ask
cd, 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, sh> said;
it was fathers gift-and-but no mat
ter, take them all / must have the
money"
In her eagerness she had thrown
aside her veil, revealing a lilly face lit
by lustrous sapphire eyes. Ross Dun
bar stood silent moment, every nerve
in his manly frame thrilling with su-
preme delight. He had found her Mt
last, the one idol of his life.
"They are very fine gems" he said
after moment, "and / am willing tC
give you fair price-suppose we say
one thousand dollars, will that do ?"
The girl flashed dazzling glance oi
surprise from beneath her heavy veil.
$50 much as that ?" she said tremu'
lously. "You are very kind, sir. c
you cannot know how much this money
will help me-"
The young man made polite reply
and proceeded to put aside the jewels
to draw check for the money. Tn,
March winds were still clustering with
out and the girl shivered AMI drew hel
wrapper closer as she started out
"Won't you let me run down to the
bank for you ?" said the ieweler catch
lug up his hat
"You can play shoplady the while
it won't be but miDute or two.
"But / am troubling you SO"
"Not bit; just take tuis 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 vel
and leaned her head upon her hand; I
puzzled reflective look upon her sweet
sad face.
| "Where have l seen this face ?" sh'
asked herself over and over again. 1T il
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