The Indianapolis leader. (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1879-1890, 1880-01-10

Ross sprang to his feet, struggling hard
keep back mis- tears. He put out his lit
brown hand, which Pansie instantly claspe
in her chubby palms.
I'm not thief, sir" he said at last, az
dressing Mr.. Fontenay; 81 never stole an.
thing in my life. / know it was wrong I
take the Observation-Disclosures, sir, my lit
sister is starving"
The merchant drew his hands across h
eyes.
| you're a manly little fellow" he sal,
pdtting the lads head, "and do not in tn
least blame you, but will take Pansie's EN-
eralds, and she shall give you somethin
more available. Here, Pansis, give this
your little friend"
He put gold piece into Pansie's hand
which she rendered 10 Ross, with the injunc
ton that he should run straight home an
buy lots Of goodies for his sisters comman
that he was not slow 10 obey.
~ think we shall not lose sight Of tn
little fellow" continued Mr.. Fontenay, a
Ross disappeared in the stormy darkness
"Shall we, pet2 Let's see what we can do I.
help him. He's promising young lad, ant
an honest one, I'm sure. Mr.. Lenox, your
in need of an errand by; why not try him
l wish you would
The jeweler consented. TO Pansies grea
delight, and on the following day Ross wa
duly installed Ms an errand boy in the fash.
ionable establishment
Fifteen years after, one clustering Marcel
morning, young man sat behind the counter
of thrivirg jewelry establishment in one o
the Northern cities. He was "a handsom,
man, q traveller, a man of taste, intellect anc
money, for he was the junior partner in the
firm, which was a prosperous one. But des
pite all his good fortune Ross Dunbar was
not happy. His mother and his little Flors
had gone to their long home, and he was at
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
his privations and SORROWS. His eyes grew
dim and his heart swelled. All were gone
over the wide waters Of time and change
A tender smile softened his sad face rs he
recalled the stormy night when he sat Sob
bing on the steps of Mr.. Fontenay's mansion
And little Pansie; the remembrance of her
sweet face, as he saw it through the snp
wreaths, haunted him constantly In all t',
Is years never for one hour, had he forgotten
her. But she was gone-lost to him forever
His reverie was broken by the entrance of
a customer, lady closely clothed and yelled
She approached the counter with jewel case
in her hand.
"Would you buy these?" she asked simply,
in a clear sweet voice that stirred the young
mems heart as no other woman's voice had
power to do.
He took the casket, Enclosed it, and spread
out its contents. A watch, elegant and cost
", diamond ring, two rubies, and an eme-
raid necklace. Ross Dunbar barely sup
pressed 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 lived in his heart for so many long years.
Little Pansie"
you wish to sell them all?" he asked,
striving to steady his vsice and the wild
throbbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant, and then
she put out her slender hand drew the emer-
aids toward her.
IL dislike to part with this" she said at
was my fathers ift-and-and-but no mat
ter, take them all; must have the money"
In her eagerness she had thrown aside her
veil, revealing a lily face lit by lustrous sap
phire eyes. Ross Dunbar stood silent mo-
ment, every nerve in his manly frame thrill
ing with supreme delight. He had found
her at last, the idol of his life.
"They are very fine gems" he said, after a
moment, "and / am willing to give you a
fair price-suppose we say $l,OOO-will that
dor
The girl flashed dazzling glance of sur
prise from beneath her heavy veil.
so much as that?" she said, TREMENDOUSLY.
"You are very kind, sir. oh, you can not
know how much this money will help me"
The young man made polite reply and
proceeded to put aside the jewels and draw a
check for the money. The March winds were
still clustering without. and the girl shivered
and drew her wrapper closer 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 minute or two"
"But am troubling you So"
"Not q bit; just take this warm seat,
please; you'll not be likely to have any Gus
TONER'S And seating her beside his desk,
he took the check and hurried out.
Pansie Fontenay threw back her veil and
leaned her head upon her hands, puzzled,
reflective look upon her sweet said face.
"Where have L seen this face?" she asked
herself over and over again. ut is so famll-
lar; who in the world can it be?" His re-
turn bsoke in upon her meditation, and after
receiving her money, she hurried away to
her humble lodgings.
The following afternoon was even more
clustering and stormy; the wind roared and
the sleet tinkled against the window of the
10 i'm oh "a fat sat
Severe misfortune and reverse had
old man being an invalid all the care
fell upon Pansies shoulders. She
sat with her father reading aloud from a new
book which she had bought for him with
some of the money she received for hel
Jewels. Her sweet face was wan and sad
and her future stretched before her sad, hope
less and gloomy.
There is a ring at the door, and a servant
brought up package for Miss Fontenay
An exquisite bunch of pansies, fragrant and
golden-hearted, done up in tissue paper, and
attached to them card, bearing the simple
words: Ross Dunbar has not forgotten little
Pansie"
Pansie sat amazed for moment, and ther
a rich bloom darted up her white cheeks.
"Oh, father" she cried, 81 knew him
knew him. Oh, we have found Ross at last.
An instant later Ross was in the room
clasping her futtering hands in his, and int
her blue eyes looked with a glance tina
brought the rosy bloom to her face. And
few weeks later, when the clustering wind
were over, and the blue birds sang in tn
hedges and the golden-hearted pansies bloom
ed on the garden borders, little Pansie becam
Ross DInbar's bride and for her bridal off
he gave her back her string of emeralds.
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