Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-01-20

| Ihe merchant arose, and going to the
door, took the child in his arms.
Now, Blossy." he sail, resuming his
seat, "tell papa all about It,"
She hid her face in his bo- ON, sobbing
I bitterly.
II didn't mean to be naughty, papa
Indeed didn't, she said. The little
| boy cried so, and the footman put him
out, and he said he was so hungry. and
his mother was sick, and the baby-a-
freezing, and | had nothing else to
give him, and l was sure you wouldn't
mind"
And ] don't mind. You are a good
! generous little grill" exclaimed her
fa-her, ki sing her tear-wet cheeks,
''and papa loves you for 1t, and Will buy
you another necklace"
NOW then," cried the mother In
rising wla'h, whats the use of my
authorityp You go right against me
and uphold that child in al her
obstinate ways. L won't put up with
1t. The idea of tossing jewels to
street beggars, and you encour-
aging her. L will not put up with
| i'll"
FLUSH, wife" said the merch mt.
soothingly; don't blight tie child's
best instincts as they they are cropping
up. Let her alone.'
The indignant lady went rushing
from the room, and at the same instant
IA servant appeared in the opposite direc-
| tion.
Il beg your pardon, sir, but there's
lal out here who will insist on see
ing you I've done my best, but he
declares it's important, and won't
CO."
Show him in,'' commanded the mer-
chant.
And in breath little boy entered, his
well-worn hat i'll his hand.
| "1've, come, sir" he began at once,
mis- brown eyes clear and fearless, and
extending little parcel to the merchant
as he spoke, "to return this and TO beg
you not to think bad of me. The little
| girl there" his fine eyes lighting s3 they
rested on Blossom, still perching on her
iather's knee, "threw it down to me this
morning, and told me to sell it and buv
someth ng for my sick mothea. 1 didn't
think about it, and ran off home but
mother soon made me see how wrong
it was to take IT, and I've brought
it back, and | hope you won't think
bad of me, sirl"
| liOSSJ lhtbhC o"llb lD1
pack age, as she slid from her fathers
knee.
You sha'n'tl" she cried, vehemently,
crowding it back into the lads hand.
You sha'n't give 1t back--papa says
lie doesn't care, and l want you to keep
it,"
"Wait, BlOssy, g" interposed her father.
"Y ou shall keep your pretty necklace,
and Well give your little friend some
thing more available. Here, give him
this.''
He drew out his purse, and took from
1t bank bill. which BlQszy bounced
upon eagerly, and put In the boys
hand. His fine sensitive lips quivered,
and a mist dimmed his clear eyes.
~ thank you, sir" he said; sit will
be 4 fortune to my poor mother. But, :"
he added, hesitatingly, 'I'm not beg
gar-only / couldn't see her and the
baby suffer so. If you would let me
work If there was anything 1 could
do. Pm handy boy, sir, if l do Say it
myself"
The Broadway millionaire's keen
gray eyes softened.
so you would like to work for 1t,
would yUu?" he said. Every well;
come to my place of business to-mor-
row morning, and we'll See. Here's
my card; can you find the place, do
you think?"
"Ch, yes. there's not manv places In
| New Y ork that | can't find.'
Every well, come at ten-ten o clock
sharp. 1 like boys TO be punctual."
"All right, sir-lnd a thousand
thanks to you and the little girl,
too.'
Bossy pushed forward and put out
her dImpIed band.
"Good-by, little boy :" she said; "bs
sure you get your mother plenty o sup
per"
Twenty year after that wintry even
great financial failure shook the
commercial world, and some of the best
| New York firms toppled ana went over.
| With the rest was the great Broadway
store, owned by Blossy's father. He
| failed utterly. The store, the grand
| Fifth avenue mansion, the plate and
| Jewels, and horses and carriages, all
went, and Blossy and father retired
| from the gay world as poor as the
| poorest laborer that walked the streets
| Her mother bad died "A year or two
previous, and BlOssy alone was left to
comfort and support her invalid father.
For some time his health had been fall
ing and this sudden loss Of all laid
him PROSTATE, an old man whose mind
and body were like enfeebled.
A rare and radiant maiden was our lit
| tie Dlossy-the sweet bud had bloomed
INTO peerless flower. Bravely enough
she met her grave responsibilities, utter
ing 10 word of complaint, betraying
no sign of weakness or despair.
Her first step was to dispose of her
Jewels and whatever valuables she pos
sessed, in order to raise funds sLfh ;ient
TO take her father to the seIslde. She
let them all go-all her pretty, girlish
ornament,-and the old coral necklace,
with the diamond clasp, was among
them.
She went down to the sea side with
her poor father, but the salt wiEds did
not invigorate him; he sank perceptibly
day by day, and one sultry summer
night found him dying.
BIossy sat by his bedside in the lit
tie cottage she rented, all her golden
hair put back, her white worn face fuI
of an unutterable sorrow Life looked
very dreary and desolate TO the friend
less girl.
alt will soon be over, Blossy," painted
the old merchant, land / shoGld be
willing enough to go, but for you. Who
will comfort you and take care OF you,
my poor little glrip'
Bossy choked down bitter sob.
"Never lear for me, dearest father"
she muImured, dropping kisses on hls
cold brow, 81 am young and strong,
and Heaven will help me-"
A tap at the door interrupted them,
and BIossy, upon opening It, faced
tall and handsome gentleman.
lie bowed deeply before her.
81 must beg your pardon, Miss Ross,
f,r tI,n nnt;melv intrusion You lave