The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1873-05-24

aud of money, for be was r partner in the firm
which was q prosperous one. But despite Of all
this good fortune, Ross Dunbar was not happy.
His mother and little Fiona 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
she March winds in his ears, his thoughts were
running back to the days of his boyhOOd and to
his mothers humble home. How vivid the past
seemed, and how dear and sacred despite Its
prvations and sorrows. His eyes grew dim and
has heart swelled. All were gone sway over the
wide waters of time and change.
\ tender smile softened his sad face as he re-
called that stormy night when he sat sobbing on
the steps Of Mr.. FOntenary's mansion-and little
Pansie, taxing pity on him dropped her string of
emeralds. Darling little Pansie, the remembrance
of her sweet face, as lie saw 1t through the snow
wreaths that night haunted him constantly. In
the long fifteen years, never Tor one hour had he
forgotten her. But she was gone; lost TO him
forever.
His reyery was broken by the entrance of &
customer. a lady closely cloaked and vailed. She
approached the counter with q jewelry case in
her hand.
- Would you buy these, sir?" 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 Enclosed it, and spread
out It's contents. a watch, elegant and costly, a
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 fingers, and there, on
the clasp, was the name that had lived in his
heart so many long years Little Pansie! -
You wish to sell them all -" he asked striving
to steady his voice and the throbbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant, then she put
out her slender hand and drew the emeralds to-
ward her.
IL dislike to part with these, - she said, : Z it
c.I-.r- -.
take them all, | must have the money
Ross Dunbar stood silent a moment, every
nerve in his manly frame thrilling with delight.
He had found her at last, the one idol of his heart.
They are very fine gems he said, after a
moment, g and | am willing to give you a fair
price-suppoSe we say one thousand dollars, will
that do?"
The girl flashed a dazzling glance of glad sur
prise from beneath her vail.
$50 much as that?'' she said, TREMENDOUSLY,
. you are very kind, sir. Oh, you cannot know
how much it will help met
The young man made II polite reply and pro-
ceeded TO put aside the Jewels and DR. NV a check for
the money. The March winds were still buster
ing without, and the girl shivered and drew her
wraps closer about her as she started out.
Won't you let me run down to the bank for
your" said the jeweler, catching up his hat.
- You can play shop lady the while, it won't be
but a minute or twO.''
But l am troubling you so,' she faltered.
"NOt a 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 Fontenary threw back her vail and
leaned her head upon her band; q puzzled, re-
Elective look upon her sweet face.
q" Where have l seen HIS face ?" she asked over
and over again. " 1t is SO familiar, who can it
be?" His return broke in upon her meditations,
and receiving her money she hurried away to her
humble lodging.
The following afternoon was even more blus-
tering; the wind roared and the sleet beat and
tinkled against the windows of the little room in
which Pansie and her father sat. Severe mis-
fortune and Teverses had reduced them to poverty,
and the old man being an invalid all the care fell
upon Pansie's slender shoulders. She sat busy
with her sewing, while her father read aloud
from a new book which she had purchased with
some of the money received for her jewels. Her
pure, sweet face was wan and sad and her future
stretched before her, sad and hopeless and gloomy.
There was a knock at the door, and a boy
handed her a package for Miss Fontenary. An
exquisite bunch of pansies, fragrant and golden
hearted, done up in tissue paper, and attached to
them u card bearing the simple words, 81 Ross
Dunbar has not forgotten little Pansie."
oh, father ?' she cried, Sd knew knew
him! Oh! we have found Ross at last!'
An instant later Ross was in the room clasping
her aut;ering hands in his, and looking into her
eyes with a glance that brought the rosy bushes
to her cheeks.
And a few weeks after, when the clustering
winds were over, and the blue birds sang in the
hedges, and the golden-hearted pansies were in
bloom on the garden borders, little Pansie became
Ross Dunbar's bride and for her bridal gift he
gave her back her string of emeralds.