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

ing to eat.
She stood fo1 moment balan,
cling herself on the tip Of one dain
ty foot, her rosebud face grave and
attractive then a sudden thought
flooded her blue eyes with sunshine,
and snatclling something from the
table, she darteu down srairs. Tie
servant had just closed the street
door, but she futtered past him
like a humming bird and opened it.
On the steps sat Ross, brave little
fellow that he was, his face in nis
hands, sobbing as if his heart would
break.
What is the matter, little boy?''
questioned Pansie.
Ross looked up, half believing
that the face Of an angel Was look
ing down upon him through the
whirling snowhakes.
''Oh, I can't go home without the
money" be sobbed, poor mother
worked SO hard, and little Flora is
so sick anu hungry"
Pansie's eyes glittered ike stars.
Here" she said do You take
this little boy, and buy her lots O
nice things. 'Tis worth g great
deal; papa bought it for my BIRTH
day present, but do you take it and
welcome
She extended her dimpled hands
and something like shower Of
falling stars -tinklod to tile boys
feet. He caught it in amaze-a
necklace of emersl Is, illusttous,
cleaning things, set in tawny Indi-
an gold.
No, no." he cried, running up
to where she stood; Il cant take
this; take it back"
"You shall take it," she comman-
ded imperiously. I've lots o jew
els and fine things-run home now,
and buy your sister something to
eat"
She closed the door with bang,
and Ross 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 little
Flora watching wis fully for his re-
turn. He could not go back and
see them s:arve. WITH a sudden
feeling Of desperation, he thras5
the glitte,:ing necklace in his bo,
som and dashel rapidly down the
snowy street.
'Would you like to buy this sir
There Was u tremor in the boy
voice rs he asked the question. and
the hand that held up the necklace
shook visibly. The lapida-y took
the gems, examined them closely
for moment, and then shot L sharp
p!ance at the child.
See here, SIR" he said present
", his voice stern and commanding,
Il want to know how You came by
this"
The boys clear eyes fell, he
blushed and stammered evidently
embarrassed. The jeweler put
aside the emeralds, and taking the
lads arm, led him into a small an
te-room.
You are thief" he said. THAT
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
Il am not q thief, sir, he retort
ed. Il didn't steal that necklace
. kind little girl gave it to me, and
7 know that it was wrong for me
to take it, but-my mother and SIS
.c. were st rving.
The jeweler hesitated.
You don't look ike a thief, Sir,
he said, s:but I will send for Mr..
Font1nay, that will settle the mat
ter at once
He despatched q messenger &C
cordingly, and Ross sat down in 6
corner and sobbed bitterly, as he
heard the driving win ds and
thought Of his mother and poor
hungry little Flora. In half al
hour lIr. Fontenay came, bringing
his daughter, little Pansie, with
him. The little creature darted in
like a humming-bird, her cheeks
ablaze, her blue eyes flashing light
ming.