The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1889-05-28
Sacred to the memory OF
Elizabeth
Wife Of Caleb Field,
Who died Jan. is
Aged 10 years.
"He giveth his beloved Sleep"

HE giveth his beloved Sleep"
On the mound were the freshly planted
buds. He stopped down a little to see if
they were whiting, and he thought he saw
a tear drop in the heart of one.
"Poor little girl, I was a brute to come
up like that; [ must tell mother"
Frank Wainwright had a very good
and lovely mother, a mother who, though
devoted to her only child, had been wise
enough to train him nobly.
Their place was some two miles of,
among the most picturesque Of the Berk-
shire hills.
He almost ran to the drive, and came
upon his mother just as she was descend
ing from her carriage.
"Why dear, what is it2" seeing him so
flushed and hurried.
"Come into the house and Twill tell
you"
In q few words he told eagerly what he
had seen, and a soft look came over Mrs.
| Wainwright's gentle face. Fifteen years
| before, about this time (and she remem-
berd the white chrisanthemums then in
bloom), she had laid down among them
her little fair dead daughter. Her heart
| bled as she spoke of the flowers; he saw
| the anguish in her face, and stopped.
cob, mother, forgive, I never thought
Of my sister," he said brokenly. She
bowed her head. and they sat silent, hand
in hand for q moment. Then Mrs. w.
| spoke in her low, sweet voice.
"I should like to see the young girl;
and, my son, no apology was needed for
what was un~intentional; a very simple xe-
| -la.o4:oo olo,lI o,9Gao Door oh;1II r
wonder if it was her mothers grave"
Rachel was astounded the next day by
seeing to. Wainwright turnout at their
| door.
She clapped on a clean white apron and
showed Mrs. W. very civilly into the
| parlor, and took the card il to the master.
"HumphW he said, 81 don't want to
| see her; where's Chriss p
"Here, father she answered. She
had been reading beside him, and he had
never noticed her.
cts Mrs. W., sir; she that bought the
Morris place. She's a real lady, sir"
"Oh, Rachel, what shall | say to her p
exclaimed Chriss.
"You don't need to say anything. Just
| 60 and smile at her, my lamb, and she'll
be satisfied, know"
When Chriss saw the tall lady in mourn
ing, her heart misgave her for a moment
until she heard her voice.
"My child" it said. "you must won
der at my visit. 1t was my son Frank
who intruded upon you yesterday, and
who could not rest until [ came to say
how entirely a mistake it was"
Chriss took courage to look up under
her long eyelashes and was treasured.
ooh, certainly, Mrs. W.; he was very
kind-snd-and polite, I am sure, and
thank you for coming"
THANK you, dear, and now 1 will go.
You have a pleasant home here, Miss
Field" she said, as Cbriss walked with
her to the carriage.
'AOhl do you think SOP Yes, it is
pleasant, wait just one moment, Mrs. W.,
please"
She ran swiftly out of sight, and re-
turned with an exquisite bunch Of white
chrysanthemums.
The tears sprang to Mrs WIS eyes.
She took the bunch and the small hand
with it into her own and laid a kiss upon
the pure young brow.
"They're mothers flowers; she's dead,
you know" said Chriss, simply.
81 know, my dear, and shall cherish
them; good bye"
"Ohl Rachel! that's the loveliest lady
1 ever saw!" cried Chriss, rushing into
the kitchen.
ct suppose you won't look at any oil
us now" retorted the old woman, and
was huffed and offended for 1--WE whole
DAYS. A week after that there came an
invitation to take tea with Mrs. W., and
great were the preparations for the event,
and Rachel was very proud OF her dar-
ling as she drove off arrayed in a pretty,
quaint gown of lilac, with a ruf1e Of real
lace at her neck and wrists.
"She's as pretty as a peach" declared
her old nurse, with them sweet blue
ewes and them little pink cheeks, SC
she is"
Mrs. W. met her, and a wave of emo
ton went over her as the young girl