The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1882-01-06

Wan iull OF tnem, especially OF panS1es,
such pansies as were not often seen.
She jumped from the swing so quickly
that she landed headforemost into the
grasses below. But. nothing daunted,
she regained her feet and began picking
off the golden-hearted pansies and
English daisies by handfuls. She
would do it; yes, indeed, she would,
and make ever 80 much money, and
they wouldn't have to leave the mill,
and grandpa and sissie wouldn't cry any
more. She fell to work arranging her
bouquets for the morrow, her eyes
fairly dancing with delight. She put
them together quite tastefully, and by
the time the summer moon stood over
the pines she had long row set up
amid the evergreens, that the dew
might keep them fresh. In the nom.
ing, as soon as breakfast was over, she
would set out. -'hhf
Dear, innocent Dossyi She had not
the least doubt that she would succeed,
and she slept but little that night in her
excitement. Over and over she rose
from her little bed and stole on tiptoe
to the window to look down on her
treasures.
The morrow dawned cloudlessly.
Breakfast over, Dossy ran down to the
garden, crammed her posies into Liz.
zie's market basket, and taking IL on
her chubby arm trudged away, fortu-
nately unnoticed. On she sped, past
the long, long line OF fences, and down
into the very heart Of the town. Her
cheeks were crimson, her breath came
in gasps, she almost stumbled with "a
tigue, but at last she reached the mar
ket-place'and stopped in little corner
where the shadows fell cool, and where
an old blind woman was selling laces.
Here, feeling sense of safety and
companionship from the old blind crea-
ture, she sat down and began with deft
hands to arrange her posies in front Of
her. What picture she made in her
white frock, with its ehort, puffed
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-voice, piping: who'll buy
my pansies p one and another pedeG-
trian looked back, few smiled, and
some stopped and purchased. Pres
emily farmer, who had just such lit
tie one at home, bought one of her
nosegays, and paid for it with half
dollar. Dossy was in raptures. Then
another gentleman came along, this
time q comparatively young one, but
tall and dark, and with q bronzed face.
won't you buy bunch Of pansies,
sir, pleaseT said little Dossy. '
The stranger, who had not noticed
her before, stopped and looked for the
little piping voice. -sa.
please, sir" said Dossy, holding up
posy, "only twenty-five CENTS" lIi.
The young man flashed keen glance
at Dossy, and drew near, smiling. -aa
"To be sure I WILL" he said, pleas.
antly, elf only for the sake Of your
bright eyes. Twenty-Five cents you
said, I think" and he drew out his
purse. r..e saj d.
:" Yas." said Dnssy, apolngetically,
imagining he thought the price too
high. "You see I have to ask good
DEAL" and she shook her curly head
with grave, important air, "for Liz
zie must have the money by Saturday,
or we shall 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 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-" he cried, earnestly, "my
dear, what is your nameT
He drew close to Dossy as he spoke,
and seemed to be looking in her face,
as if for some half-remembered, half
fancied likeness.
"Dossy," she answered. :" Dossy Du.
pont."
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 I amp
But Dossy struggled from his en-
brace, smoothed her curls, and answered
haughtily:
"T asked you to buy my pansies, sir.
and not to kiss me-"
The stranger broae into q Joyous
laugh. and / will buy them" he
replied, "every one Of them. But don't
you really know me, Dossyf lam Boss
Devereaux. Why, you have sat on my
knee many and many time"
Dossy at this stared ut him curiously.
Then she uttered q gleeful little shout
and sprang into his arms. Ii.lf-.
"Oh, / know she cried. "I re-
member you. Won't Lizzie be glad
Won't she stop crying nowY
Ross Devereaux's swart cheek Grim
soned. "Take me to your home" he
said, "to your sister. Is she here 2"
"No," answered Dossy, "we live at
grandpa's, at the old mill out Of town,
you know" i 1E -~rp
"Let us go at once then. No need
10 sell pansies any longer" cried Ross
Devereaux, eagerly setting the child on
her feet. a-4
Lizzie Dupont stood as We have said,
gazing across the meadows, heart
broken about Dossy prolonged absence.
Suddenly two figures appeared, emerg.
ing from the woods beyond in the
direction of the town. She gave o
great cry of joy, fsr one was certainly
Dossy. But who was the othera Who
was the tall, handsome man who held
Dossy by the handr Gould II be-no,
il was impossible-not yet
At this moment, while she was still
uncertain; while her heart leaped into
her throat, and then stopped beating,
while she felt dizzy, and about to fall,
and had TO clutch at the railing. Dossys
companion, dropping the child's hand,
darted forward, for he had recognized
Lizzie. and came hurrying over the
meadow, waving his hat. He reached
the stile, was over IL in a bound. and
the next moment was at LizNe's side. :.
"Thank God have found you at
last |" he cried, clasping her sinking
form. "Poor, timid darling! Did you
think I had deserted you
What Lizzie would have replied, II