The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-01-14

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sell EN- and buy bread for his little
sister.
Ross rose to his feet, struggling
hard to keep back his tears. He
put ont his little brown hand,
which Pansie instantly clasped in
both her chubby palms.
r am not thief, sir. he said at
last, addressing Mr.. Fontenay, II
never stole in my life. T know it
was wrong to take the necklace.
Bnt-but, Sir, my little sister is
sick and she is starving"
The merchant drew his hands
across h S eyes.
You're manly little fellow" he
said, patting the lads head, '.and I
do not in the least blame you but
We will take back Pansics emeralds
an she shall give you something
more available. Here, Fansie, give
this to your little friend
! He put d gold piece into Pansie's
l.anl. which she handed to Ross,
with the instruction that he should
run straight home, and buy lots o
goodies for his sister-a command
lie WAS not slow to obey.
Il think we'll not lose sight of
the little fellow continued MI.
Fontenay. as Ross disappeared in
the stormy darkness, shall we,
pet? Let's see what we can do to
help him. Hes a promising lad
and an honest one, I'm sure. Mr..
Lennox, you're in need of fan errand
boy, why not try him? I wish you
would"
! The jcweler consented, to Pan
s;es great delight, and on the fol-
lowing day Ross was duly estab-
lished as errand boy in the fashion
uble establishment.
! Fifteen years after, one clustering
March morning, II young man sat
behind the counter of thriving
je%elry establishment in one OF our
Northern cities. He was hand
some man, a scholar, and travel
er, q man of taste, intellect. and
money, for he was a junior partner
i'll the firm, which was a prospering
one. But despite all this good for
tune, Ross Dunbar was not happy.
His mother and little Flora lad
gone to their long home, and he
WAS ttssaa;lH sEis!Aent kitl or kin in
the wide world.
Sitting alone that morning, with
the roar of the March winds in his
ears. his thoughts went back to the
days of his boyhood-to his INC
Tiers humble home. How vivid
the past seemed, and how dear and
sacred despite its privations and
sorrows, His eyes grew dim and
! his heart swelled. AL We're gone
over the wide waters of time and
change.
A tender smile softened his sad
face as he recalled the stormy nj 3ht
| when he sat sobbing On the steps
of Mr.. Fontenay's mansion. and lit
tie Pansie taking pity on him drop
ped her string of emeralds. Oar
ling little Pansie, the remembrance
of her sweet face. as he saw it
through the snow-wreaths that
night, haunted him constantly. In
ali these fftccn years never for one
moment had he forgotten her. But
sac was gone: lost to him forever.
His reverie was broken by the
entrance OF customer, a lady close
! " cloakcd and yelled. She ap-
preached the counter with a jewel
case in her hand.
Would you buy these, SIR" she
asked simply in clear sweet voice
! that stirred the young mans heart,
as no other woman's S voice had pow
er to do.
He took the casket and unlocked
it. and spread out its contents. A
watch, exquisite and costly, dia
mond ring, one or two lublcs, and
and an emerald necklace. Ross
Dunbar barely suppressed q cry Of
surprise as his eyes fell upon it.
He turned it over with eager, trem-
bling fingers, and there on the
tawny clasp was the name that had
lived in his heart for so MANY years,
Little Pansie."
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 ont q slender hand
and drew the cmeralds toward her.
Il dislike to part with this, she
said. 1T was my fathers gift-and
-and-but no matter, take them
all, T must have the money.
! In her eagelness she had drawn
aside her veil, revealing Il lily face,
lit by pair Of lustrous sapphire
ewes. Ross Dunbar stood silent a
moment, every nerve in his manly
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