Connecticut western news., 1890-03-26

Their place was some two miles of, among the most picturesque of the Berkshire hills.
 He almost ran to the drive, and came upon his mother just as she was descending from her carriage.
 "Why, dear, what is itp" seeing him % flushed and hurried.
 "Come into the house and will tell you."
 In few words he told eagerly what he had seen, and soft look came over Mrs. Wainwright's gentle face. Eff teen years before. about this time (and she remembered the chrysanthemums then in bloom), she had laid down among them her little fair. dead daugh- ter. Her heart bled as she spoke of the flowers; he saw the anguish in her face and stopped.
 'Oh, mother. forgive me, l never thought of my sister," he said broken ly. She bowed her head and they sat silent, hand in hand, for 8 moment. Then Mrs. w. spoke in a low, sweet voice:
 "I should like to see this young girl; and, my son. no apology is needed for | what was unintended; 8 simple ex- | planation should suffice. Poor child! | I wonder if it was her mothers grave" Rachel was astounded the next day by seeing the Wainwright turnout at their door,
 She clapped on clean white apron and showed Mrs. w., very civilly into the parlor, and took the card into the master.
 "Humph!" he said. "I don't want to see her Where's Chrisspn
 'Here, father" she answered. She had been reading beside him, and he had never noticed her.
 "It's Mrs. w., sir; she that bought the Morris place. She's real lady, sir."
 "Oh., Rachel, what shall I say to herr" exclaimed Chriss.
 You don't need to say anything. Just go and smile at her, my lamb, and she'll be satisfied, know"
 When Chriss saw the tall lady in mourning her heart misgave her for a moment until she heard her voice.
 My child." it said, you must won- der at my visit It was my son Frank who intruded upon you yesterday, and who could not rest until came to say how entirely mistake it was."
 Chriss took courage to look up un- der her long eyelashes and was reas- | sured.
 "Oh, certainly, Mrs. w.; he was very kind-and polite, l am sure, and I thank you for coming"
 ..Thank you, dear, and now I will go. You have pleasant home here, Miss Field" she said, as Chriss walked of with her to the carriage.
 ''Oh! do you think SOP Yes, 1t is pleasant. Wait just one minute, Mira w., please"
 She ran swiftly out of sight, and re- turned with an exquisite bunch oi white chrysanthemums.
 The tears sprang to Mrs. WIS eyes. She took the bunch and the small hand l with it into her own and laid kiss upon the pure young brow.
 They're mothers flowers; she's dead, | you know" said Chriss, simply.
 II know, my dear, and shall cher ish them; good-by."
 "Ohi Rachel! that's the loveliest lady ever sawl" cried Chriss, rushing into the kitchen.
 II suppose you won't look at any o1 us now" retorted the old woman, and was huffed and offended for two 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 oi her darling as she drove off arrayed in pretty, quaint gown of lilac, with ruff fle of red lace at her neck and wrists.
 ''She's pretty as a beach," declared her old nurse, "with them sweet blue eyes and them little pink cheeks, SC she is.'
 Mrs. w. met her, and wave O. emotion went over her, and she thought of her own lost darling.
 "Now, dear, we are friends, yot know" said Mrs. w., as they sat down together in the beautiful library. ''ant l don't even know your name."
 Mother named me Chrysanthea, ant they call mo Chriss. You see I wa born in October, the same as the flow CTS, and suppose that made her thinl of the name. I was only two year old when she died"
 1.-Two years old!" tho words sent pang through the mothers heart. Sh' sighed heavily, then crossed the room and took portrait from the table and gave it into Chriss' hand. It was tha of dear little dimpled girl, with al upturned, laughing face.
 My daughter, Mrs. W. said.
 'Oh, have you Q daughterp What 1 pretty child!' Then seeing the sad troubled look in her friends face sh, threw herself on her knees and buried her head in Mrs. W.'s lap. After tha they were more than friends. A swee sense of peace flooded Mrs. WIS moth erly heart as she held that girlish form in her arms and passed her finger through the dark, clinging curls, an' she learned all the cruel loss tha young heart had suffered, unconsciou of how it revealed the very depths o an unsullied nature of the tenderes kind.
 What wonder if Mrs. W. thought "Oh, heart of gold! If she could onl : be my daughter indsed" And SO came to pass that the very next year when the chrysauthemums were in ful bloom, Frank Wainwright led hi , bride to the little village church. Old Rachael brings their childre often now to the spot where thei mother used to watch her flowers in he desolate childhood, and as she smile , at the pretty, chubby faces the old VIC , man murmurs to herself: , "She's happy now, and it's natural sh should be. She's got something bette than flowers to care for now. Go ! bless her'"-M r. Journal. Epitaph on . Dog.