The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-12-13
THE EMERALDS.

Et39L upon WHICH sHc WIS engaged
was q very rich dress. The twill. hi
closed in rapidly, with a binding fall
ofsnow, = hitter, wailing blast that
made the windows rattle in the case
nents. Still the pa!e-ttced woman
stitched on.
Mother" piped sweet voice from
che cot beneath the window. Twill
you get the fine dress done oh,
mother, | am 50 hungry If onlv
had scEe tee and bit OF -ausage."
Shs worked OF steadily for Il time,
pau=ing only 10 brush a tear from her
white cheek, then arose and -hook
ou; the glimmsring robe,
IT'S done at last ~. sad.
Nov mHther's little girl IAN ;.ave
her supper; only be paticn; a. ii,li-
sonrer. Flora kos-, COM. ~, bow"
4 manly little fellow canrc out
FROM the hcdroom beyond
The fine dress i. done hos. ami
you must ruB home witb i. ~ last a
you can. Mis- Gracic will l.e uut Of
Daticnce, / know. Tell her ,.,.u!.in;
frish it one moment sp"Eicr. aud a>k
her 10 give Vou the norey, We must
have i, tonight And YOU ran stop
3. MIR. Ray a. Won come back an.i
huy some coal; and Ne must have
some bread ana tex, AMI "a mite Of
Butter. and you must e.; /, Sau>ag,. .
Ro-s, for poor little Flora" :
Ill get Them all. n"jh,r." b. :
said, ''and b. back in iin.e. I"u
snail have big sausag.. ii,iie -ie,"
rurning toward the cot.
The girl nodded her curly h,s,,i .lnd
her great wttfgi eyes spark !ci with
delight.
"Apd Jon shalt have half Of it.
Ross,' she Piped. in her splendid
bird voice.
Hadn't yea better put on vour
chick jacket. my boy?' continued; the
mother. The wind culs like a
knife"
Psh:w. little mother. | don't
mind the wind" and away he went
Down the creaking stairs and ont into
the storm. Miss Gracie Fontenay {
rs in a periec: furore Of impatience
and anger. Her dear five hundred
friends were assembled in the nails :
below, and her handsome dress had I
not come home. "What did that beg :
gar woman mean ny disappointing
her"
At that moment there was a ring &
- the door and voice in the hall. 5
"Please tell Miss Oracle my
mother could not finish it sooner:
ma wants the money tonight /
The servant took the handsome Il
tscss and message K
'tPll never give her ano:her stitch !;
II work, cried the angry beauty. 81 $
iught TO have had it three hours ago
dcre-Tanchon, dress me at once h
here's not minute TO lose. No [ K
ant pay tonight. l haven, time. b
3e must call Tomorrow b
but we've no fire, and nothing 10 e
ct. and my little sister ia sick tt
allied the boy, pushing up the grand e
tairway.
"Shut the door, Fanchon :" COM h
handed Miss Oracle. And the door "
Tas shut in bis face. Fl
From the porch at the parlor win. g
ow Psnsie watched the whole scene, v
err violet eyes distended with childish
mazement. IL
Poor little boy she said. as Ross nj
isappeared down the stairway; Sis d'
sr Oracle ought to paw him. 1t "
,ust be dreadful TO have no fire and ri
othing to eat" OF
She stood for moment balancing M
erself on the tip of one dainty foot, hi
er rosebud face grave and reflective
hen a sudden thought flooded her 81
Iue eyes with sunshine, and snatch da
e something from the table she IA
avted down stairs The servant had m
'st closed the street door, but she
uttered past him like a hunming n
rd and opened it. hi
On the steps sat Ross, brave little es
How that he was. bis face in his Gil
Inds, sobbing a. if his heart would tn
esk. an
",Vhats the matter, little boy?" 10
,estioned Pansie. on
Boss looked up, half believing that r
was the face Of Al angel looking m'
'wn upon him through the whirling to
ON. ... ........ ak
ooh. l cant 60 home without the Hi,
oney." he sobbed "poor mothers
orked bard, and Flora ia sick and go tn,
angry" ~. ca
Here. she said, "do take this, lit to
boy, and buy her lots Of nice me
ing. lis worth good deal !; papa tb,
asnhk Il Cor snx, k;.Al