Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-08-14

W0mdn was SclIlnS faces. Here, feeling
a sense of safety and companionshlp from
the presence eff the blind old creature, she
sat down and began with deft hands to
arrange her flowers in front of her What
a picture she made in her snowy
white dress, with its short pulled sleeves;
her eyes ablaze, her amber ringlets blown
ABOUT by the morning breeze, framed, as
it were, by border Of yellow daisies and
golden-hearted pansIes. AT the silvery
call of her sweet bird-voiee piping, "WhO
will buy my pansiss?" one and another
pedestrian looked back, few smiled, and
some stopped and purchased. Presently
farmer, who had just such little one
at home, bought one of her nosegays, and
paid fer it with half dollar. Dossy was
in raptures. Then another gentleman
came aloag, this time comparatively
young man, tall and dark, and with
bronzed face.
"Won't you buy bunch of pansies,
sir?" said little Dossy
The stranger, who had not noticed her
before, stopped and looked for the sweet,
piping voice.
'sPlease, SIR said Dossy, holding up
posy, '.only twenty-five cents"
The young man flashed keen glance
at Dossy, and drew near, smiling.
''To be sure will, ~ he said pleasantly,
if only for the sake of your bright eyes.
Twenty-Five cents, you said, l think"
and he drew out his purse.
eyes said Dolly, apologetically, i'm
agining he thought the price too high.
"You see must have a good DEAL" and
she shook her curly head with a grave,
important air. ''For Lizzie must have
the money by Saturday, or we will be
turned out of our pretty home'' As she
finished she rendered to her auditor the
prettiest of her posies, which she had
just selected for him out of her floral
store
The stranger, all this time, had been
looking curiously at her. The color went
and came on his face, his lips trembled,
and he showed other signs of emotion.
"Tell me, my dear, what is your name9"
he cried, earnestly.
He drew close to Dossy as he spoke,
and seemed to be looking into her face
as if for some aforementioned or half
fancied likeness
Glossy" she answered, sit is Dossy
Dupont
His answer was to catch her in his
arms and kiss her again and again, his
voice trembling with excitement, as he
cried, GLOSSY, my little pet Dossy, don't
you know who am!''
But Dossy struggled from his embrace,
smoothed down her curls and answered
haughtily:
81 asked you to buy my pansies, sir, not
to kiss me.'
The stranger broke into joyous laugh.
"And l will buy them," he replied,
''every one of them. But don't you
really know me, Dossy? l am Ross
Devereaux. Why, you have sat on my
knee many and many time"
Dossy at this, stared at him curiously-
Then she uttered a gleeful little shout
and sprang into his arms.
''Ohi l know she cried. | remember
you. Won't Lizzie be glad. Won't she
stop crying now?"
Ross Devereaux's swart cheek crimson
ed. ''Take me to your home,'' he said,
''to your sister Is she here?''
ssNo,' answered Dossy, 1--WE live at
grandpa's, at the old mill, out of town,
you know"
''Let US go at once, then. No need to
sell pansies any longer" cried Ross
Devereaux, eagerly, setting the child on
her feet
Lizzy Dupont stood, as we have said,
gazing across the meadows, heart broken
about Dossy's prolonged absence. Sud-
denly two figures appeared, emerging
from the woods beyond the direction of
the town. She gave great cry of joy,
for one was certainly Dossy. But who
was the other? Who was the tall, hand
some man, who held Dossy by the handf
Could it be-no, it was impossible-and
yet
At this moment, while she was still
uncertain; while her Eeart leaped into
her throat, and then stopped beating,
while she felt dizzy and about to fall,
and had to clutch at the railing, DossY's
companion dropped the child's hand,
darted forward, for he had recognized
Lizzy, and came hurrYing over the mead
ow, waving his hat. He reached the
stile, was over in bound, and the next
instant was at LiZzy's side.
ssThank God. | have found you at
last?" he cried, clasping her sinking form
poor, timid, darling! Did you think
had deserted your
What Lizzy would have replied, If
anything, we do not know; but he gave
her no chance; hurriedly, as if life and
death depended on it, he went on to tell
his story.
"Not one of your letters ever came to
hand" he said "They were intercepted,
as | discovered at last l wouldn't men
ton how, under other circumstances; but
you, at least, ought to know the whole
truth. The fact is, darling, that while
my parents were eager to welcome you as
daughter, had a cousin, an ambitious
girl, who had always lived with US, and
who, it seems, wished to marry me; not,
of course" he added, quickly, ''that she
loved me, but merely to secure the title
and position. Well, to make long
story short, she bribed the postmistress
at the village to give her your letters, so
that never heard word from you or
about you, till at last, in despair, l came
over, before l intended, to solve the
mystery
s'Come over?' said Lizzie, family and
guilty., conscious how she had misjudg
ed him.
ssTo be sure" repeated Ross Dever-
eaux, frankly. "Ahl little skeptic, you
doubted me, did your"
''Indeed, indeed" began Lizzie.
But he stopped her with kiss.
ssThen it was" he went on, "that L
heard for the first time, of your fathers
death But no one could give me any in
formation as to your whereabouts. | did