Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-01-01

how you came by thS?'
The boys clear eyes fell; he bushed
and stammered, evidently embarrassed
The jewcler put aside the emeralds, and
taking the lads arm led him into a small
ante-rOom.
"You are thief, sir" he said. THAT
necklace belongs to Mr.. Fontenay-he
bought it of me not month ago. You
stole it; you are thief.
The little fellow Strengthened himself,
and his brown eyes blazed: al am no
thief, he retOrted. "a kind little Girl
gave it to me, and know it was wrong to
take it, but-but my mother and sister
are starving"
The jeweler hesitated.
you don't look like thief" he said;
"but Twill send for Mr.. Fontcnay; that
will settle the matter at once"
He dispatched messenger accordingly
and Ross sat down IN II corner and sobbed
bitterly as he heard the driving winds
and thought Of his mother and poor little
Flora, In half an hour Mr.. Fontcnay
came, bringing his little daughter Pansie,
with him. The little creature darted like
a humming bird, her cheeks ablaze, her
| t1th lllSulllE llhc llphkulUS.
He didn't steal my emeralds!' she
cried, 81 gave 'em to him to sell EN-, and
buy bread for his little sister"
Ross sprang to his feet struggling hard
to keep back his tears. He put out his
little brown hand, which Pansic instant.
ly clasped in her chubby palms.
81 am not a thief sir" he said at last,
| addressing Mr.. Fontenay; 81 never stole
anything N my life. know it was wrong
to take the necklace-but-but, sir, my
little sister IS starving.
The merchant drew his hands across his
eyes.
"You're manly little fellow, he said
pattng the lad head, "and | do not in
the least blame you, but | will take
Pansie's emeralds, and she shall give you
something more available. Here, Pansie,
give this to your little friend"
He put gold piece into Pansie's hands
which she rendered to Ross, with the in
junction that he should run straight
home and buy lots of goodies for his sister
"A command he was not slow to obey.
81 think we shall not lose sight of the
little fellow" continued Mr.. FOntenav, as
Ross disappeared in the stormy darkness
"Shall We pet? Let's see what We can do
to help him, He's a promising Young lad
and an honest one, m sure Mr.. Lenox,
you're in need of in errand boy; why not
try himt wish you would"
The jewecr consented, to Pansio great
delight, and On the following day Ross
was duly installed AN erand boy in the
fashionable establishment.
Fifteen years after, one clustering
March morning, young man sat behind
the counter OF a thriving jcweiry estab-
lishment in tnc of the Northern cities.
lie was handsome man, traveller, Il
man Of taste, intellect and money, for he
was Il Junior partner in. the firm, which
was a prosperous one. But despite all
his good fortune Ross Dunbar was not
happy, His mother and his little Flora
had gone to Their long hCme, and he was
utterly alone, without kith Or kin in tine
wide world.
Sitting alone one morning with the roar
Of the March winds in his ears, his
thoughts were running back to the days
of his bOy.hoOd, to his mothers humble
home. How vivid the past seemed, and
how dear and sacred, despite his priva-
tions and sorrows. HIS eyes grew dim
and his heart swellcd. All were gone
over the wide waters Of time and change.
A tender smile sOitcned his sad face as
he recalled the stormy night when he sat
sobbing on the steps of Mr. FOntcnays
mansion. And little Pansic; the rCmem-
brancc OF her sweet face, as he saw it
| through the snow wreaths, haunted
him constantly. In all the fifteen years
never for one hour, had he forgotten
| her. But she was gOne-lost to him for
ever.
Hisrevcrie was broken by the entrance
of customer, lady closely clothed and
veiled. She approached the counter with
a jewel case in her hand
"Would you buy these?' she asked
simply, in clear sweet voice that stirred
the young man heart as 40 other wOman's
voice had power to do.
He took the casket, unclOsed it, and
spread out its contents A watch. elegant
and costly, diamond ring, two rubics,
and an emerald necklace. Ross Dunbar
barely suppressed cry of surpris, as his
eyes fell upon it. He turned it over with
eager, trembling fingers, and there on the
lclasp was the name that lived in his heart
for so many long years. Little Pansie, "
"You wish to sell them alp he asked
striving to steady his voice and the wild
throbbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant and then
she put out her slender hand drew the
emeralds toward her.
81 dislike to part with this she said;
at was my fathers giit-and-and-bu
no matter, take them all; must have the
money"
In her eagernrss she had thrown aside
| her veil, revealing lily face, lit by lus.
trous, sapphire eyes. Ross Dunbar stood
silent a moment, every nerve In his manly
form thrilling with supreme delight. He
had found her at last, the idol OF his life
"They are very fine gems" he said, ai,
ter moment, "and ! am willing to give
you fair price-suppOse we say one
thousand dolars-will that do?"
The girl flashed Il dazzling glance o
surprise from beneath her heavy veil.
$50 mucn as that?" she said, tremu-
, iOusly. "You are very kind. sir. Oh
you cannot know how much this money
will help me, ."
: The young man made polite reply
and proceeded to put aside the Jewels ant
' draw check for the money. The Marcl
: winds were still clustering without, anC
the girl shivered and drew her wrappe
: closer as she started out.
won't you let me run down to th
t bank for you?" said the jeweler catching
: up his hat. "You can play shop.lady tn
while; it won't be but minute or two.
"But am troubling you So"
! "Not bit; JHst take this warm seat
please; you'll not be likely to have an
G customers" And seating her beside hi
s desk, he took the check and hurried out
r Pansie Fontcnay threw back her vel
t and leaned her head upon her hands,
puzzled, reflective look upon her sweet
! sad face.
e "Where have seen this facep" sh
4 asked herself over and over again. at i
: so familiar; who in the world can it be ?
HIS return broke IN upon her meditation
0 and after receiving her money she hurrie
: away to her humble lodgings,
The following afternoon was even NOR
: clustering and stormy; the wind roare
i and the sleet tinkled against the window
r Of the little room in which Pansie and he
father sat. Severe misfortune and revers
had reduced them to poverty, and the oil
!. man being an invalid, all the care fel
o upon Pansies shoulders. She sat wit