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rom ulsuthl part or the cemetery, hah approached, and now stood near her eye ing her with compassion.
 How very unhappy the poor woman looks, lAurmured the young, fresh lips. "I will speak to her"
 Good morning." she said In gentle voice, and stepped nearer 10 the grave; Il see you are sorrowful. l too have wept, and adorned a grave. Can l, she continued, "lay lbIs white rose, which l have left, to your flowersy" ~
 And with these words the young girl took the rose, which until then she had held in hand, and put il in the center of the wreath, among it's sister blossoms.
 At the first sound of the girls voice, the lady looked up, but it was evident she did not know what was spoken. She put her hand to her eyes, as if awaking from dream.
 Suddenly she saw the white rose, and as if by magic the feeble, aged lady, changed into strong, passionate wo- man. With cry of horror, she sprang up seized the white rose, and threw 1t with such force against grayc.stone that it fell apart.
 She stood there in great agitation; her lips opened, as if all that pain which stirred her innermost feelings would fam pour itself out in words. But her strength gave way. The hands which were tightly clasped in great pain, part ed. She broke down, and sank into her former place, whilst tears coursed down her cheeks.
 The young girl, who at first from frightknew not whether to go or stay, felt her pity returning.
 1 have unwit,ingly hurt you," she said, softly; "can and will yoc forgive me?"
 What can you know of my sorrow,' exclaimed the lady, who was deeply moved; "what of my sln, and repent anceY 1 alone am to blanie for my un-. happiness, and how great it was, and still is, you can judge, after seeing how l, an old woman, could not even master my excitement when an old memory was suddenly awakened"
 Again she sank back motionless. The girl was afraid her presence was painful, but she did not like tn go. It is indeed very hard to come in contact with sor- row we do not understand One would like to say a few comforting words, to lay our hands softly on theNound, but got knowing, if perchance, those very words will heigh the pain and make it forever incurable.
 My vehemence has frightened you," said the lady after few minutes. "l am quiet now. The tears have done me good. It was only for one moment that for got the real present, and thought the long, long ago past was here once more. Tell me- she went on, whose grave you visited. l will then tell you also about myself and former life.'
 '' was yet child, five years old," began the girl, "when my parents died. They are buried here. Always when I have joy or a sorrow I come to their grave to pray, To-day ] an about to be- trolh myself to the man who has long possessed my love, and for this hour have prayed for my parents blessing,'
 And you will have it." replied the woman in solemn tone; but you must earn it every hour of your life, in little as well as great things. Never, never tri- fle with happiness / did it in moment of frivolous arrogance, and it fled forev- CT from me-
 Inquiriugly the girl looked at the wo man but she, drawing her down beside her, and taking her hands, began:
 Fifty years ago was young, mer- " girl. Yea, 1 think there was no hap pier heart than 1: the whole world me- thought was so beautiful only to please me. My parents, who were wealthy, fulfilled my every wish. My brothers sisters had not-were proud of me. I was the confidante of their merry, oft times mad jokes. 1 was the mediator be- tween them and my parents; and 1t plea- sed me when they needed me; it raised me in my own eyes to very mighty parsonage, so that 1 was even provoked if whole week passed in which l had nothing to settle. So ac- customed myself, even from this, which should have been unpleasant to me, as it always troubled my parents. to draw sat