The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-03-25

and veiled. She approached the coun-
ter with jewel case in her hand.
Would you buy theseP" she asked,
simply, in clear sweet voice that stirred
the young mans heart as no other
woman's voice had power to do.
He took the casket, opened it, and
spread out its contents. A watch, an ele-
giant and costly diamond ring, two ru-
bies and an emerald necklace. Ross
Dunbar barely suppressed cry of sur
pise as his eyes fell upon it. He turned
it over with eager, trembling fingers
and there on the clasp was the name
tlat had lived in his heart for so many
years. Little Pdnsic."
"You wish to sell them all?" he
asked, striving to steady his voice and
the wild tlIrobbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant and then
she put out her slender hand and drew
the emeralds toward her.
81 dislike to part with this" she said /;
"it was my fathers gilt-and-and-
but no matter, take them all; | must
have the money"
In her eagerness she had thrown aside
her veil, revealing lilly face, lit by lus
trous, sapphire eyes. Ross Dunbar
stood silent a moment, every nerve in
his manly form thrilling with supreme
delight. lie had found her at last, the
idol of his life.
They are very fine gems" he said,
after a moment, land / am willing to
give you fair price-suppose we sag
one thousand dollars-will that doP"
The girl flashed a dazzling q ance
surprise from beneath her heavy veil.
$50 much as that?" she said, trcmu-
lousy. "You are very kind, sir. Oh,
you cannot know how much this money
will help me-"
The young man made a polite reply
and proceeded to put aside the Jewels
and draw a check for the money. The
March winds were still clustering with
out, and the girl shivered and drew her
wrapper closer as she started out.
won't you let me run down to the
bank for you ?" said the jeweler, catch
ing up his hat. "You can play shop
lady the while; it won't be but minute
or two."
But l am troubling you So"
mot Bit just take this warm seat,
please; you'll not be likely to have any
customers. And seating her beside the
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,
sad face.
when have l seen this face ?" she
asked herself over and over again. cit
is so familiar; who l.. the world can
be ?" His return broke in upon her
meditation. and after receiving her
money she hurried away to her humble
lodgings.
The following afternoon was even
mere clustering and stormy; the wind
roared and the sleet tinkled against the
windows of the little room in whicl
Pansie and her father sat. Severe mis-
fortunes and reverse had reduced them
to poverty, and the old man being an in
valid, all the care fell upon Pansie's
shoulders. She sat down with her
father reading aloud from new book
which she had bought for him with
some of the money received for her
jewels. Her sweet face was wan and
sad, and her future stretched before her
sad, hopeless and gloomy.
There is a ring at the door, and SER
want brought up a package for Miss
Fontenay. An exquisite bunch of
pansies, fragrant and golden hearted,
done up in tissue paper, and attached to
them a card, bearing the simple words:
ROSS Dunbar has not forgotten little
Pansie."
Pansie sat amazed for a moment, and
then rich bloom darted into her white
checks.
"Oh, father" she said, 81 knew him
i knew him! Oh, we have found Ross
at last"
An instant later Ross was in the room,
clasping her huttering hands in his, and
into her blue eyes looked with a glance
that brought the rosy bloom to her face.
And few weeks later, when the bus.
terlng winds were over, and the golden
hearted pansies bloomed on the garden
borders, little Pansie became Ross Dun
bars bride. and for her bridal gift he
gave her back her string of emeralds.