The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-05-08

j fellow that he was, his face In his
haaIs sobbiag e + his heaFs WoHiiF
/ whats the matter, little boy -
/ questioned Pansie.
l Ross looked up half believing that it
/ was the face of ansangel looking down
4 upon him through the whirling snow.
I so, !. cannot go home without the
! money! BE soa5bedg ssPoor mother
worked hard and Flera is sick and so
hungry"
! Pansie's eyes gIistened like stars.
I ''Here, she said, '' do you take this,
little boy, and buy her lots o nice
things.-'Tis worth a great deal : papa
bought If for my birthday present, but
do you take 1t and weleome. 'izHi .G
/ She extended her 1impIed hands. and
something like a shower of falling stars
! tinkIed to the boys's feet. He caught
| it up in amaze-a necklace of emeralds,
/ lustrous, cleaning things, set In tawny
Indian gold.
''No, no." he cried, running up to
where she stood, ST can't take this neck
lace-take it back.
| But Pansie shOok-her curly head.
| You shall take it, - she commanded,
impeFiiosus1y. I've lots OF ieweIry and
I fine things run home now and buy your
/ sister something to eat.
| She closed the door with bang, and
Boss stood irresolute in the stormy
gloom Should he ring the bell and re-
turn the jewels to Pansie's father, or
/ should he do as she-had bid him? He
| thought of his mother and poor hungry
little Flora Watching giiwisffully for his
return. He could not 60 back and see
them starrve. With sudden feeling of
desperation, he THRUST the gglittering
necklace in his bossm, and dashed down
the snowy street. "
The gas light blazed brilliantly in a
fashionable jewelry establishment, and
its bland proprietor looked down In
quiringly on little Ross as he approach
ed the glittering counter.
f''Would you like to buy this, siE?"
There was a tremor In the boys voice
as he asked the question, and the hand
that held mp the emerald necklace shook
visibIy. The lapidary took the gems,
examined them closely for a moment,
and then shot a sharp glance at the
child.
See here" he said presently, his
voice stern and commanding, ssIH want
to know how you came by this? - 81
d The boys clear eyes fell, he blushed
and stammcred, evidently embarrassed.
The jeweler put aside the erneraidg, and
and taking the lads arm, led him into
small ante-room-
You are a thief, sir, he added.
dThat necklace belongs to Mr.. Fontenay
-he bought it of me not one month
ago. You stole it. You are a thief.
The little fellow Strengthened himself
and his brown eyes blazed
I "I am no thief, he retorted. GA
kind little girl gave it to me, and know
it was wrong TO take it, but-but-ny
mother and sister are starving"
The jeweler hesitated.
lyon don't look like athief, y he said,
but I VIII send for NJ. Fontenay, that
VIII settle the matter at once"
He dispatched a MESSAGE Accordingly
and Ross sat down IN ope corner, and
sobbed bitterly as he heard the driving
vvinds, and thought of his mother and
I poor little Flora. In hall an hour Mr.
FOntenay came, bringing his daughtery
little Pansie, with him. The little
/ creature darted like humming bird,
her cheeks ablaze, her eyes flashed like
I lightning. tEs.E8 FH< ~sif
y "He didn't steal my emeralds - she
heried. 'I gave en- to him to sell EN-
and buy bread for his little sister"
! Ross sprang to his feet, struggling
hard to keep back his tears BE put
eut his little brown hand which Pansie
instantly clasped in her chubby palms
''I am not thief, sir, he said at
last, addressing Mr.. ,Fontenay;;' = ''I
never stole anything in my life. know
it was wrong TO take the necklace-but
but, sir, my little sister Is starving"
I The merchant drew his hand across
his eyes. 80 IS -.r4
" You're a manly little fellow" he
said, patting the lads head, 50 and I de
| not IN the least blame you, but viii
take Pansie's emeral5s, and she shall
give you something more avaHabie
Here, Pansie, give this TO yobr little.
friend"
He put a gold piece into Pansie's
hands, which she rendered to Ross,
with the injunction That he shoula rtn
straight home and buy lots Of goodies
fOE his sisters command be was not
/ slow to obey.
"I think we will not lose sight Of the
little fellow, continued Mr.. Fontenay,
as Ross disappsprsds ia the stormy
/ darkness, shah. we pet He's q
promising young lad aud an honest one.
/ I'm sure, Mr.. Lenox, you're in need of
an errand boy, why not try him 7
wish you would ~ .aE a~
The iewsIsra consented, 70 Pansie's
great delight. and on the following day
Ross wss duly installed a. an errand
{ boy, IN the fashionable establishment.
Fifteen, years after, one clustering
March raorning. young man sas BE-
hind the counter Of thriving iewelry
Y establishment in one Of the Northern
/ cities. He was a handsome man,
scholar and traveller, a man OF taste,
Z intellect and money, for he was junior
I partner in the firm, which was q pros
/ porous one. But despite ali his good
fortune. Ross Dunbar was not happy.
His mother and has little Bora had
gone to their long home. and be was Mt
serly alone. without kth OF kin in the
/ vide world - ~
4 sittiss Al9bs 5one isi6ksds Nith t6s
+ roar Of the March wind in his ears his
i thoughts were running back to the DAYS
T e his boyhOOd, 20 his mothers humble
home. How vivid the paat seen3ea and
/ how dear and sacred despite IT, uriva-