The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-01-19

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rssIdine Grsk she inscription On the monu-
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Sacred 70 the memoxy Of
ElsRzbe4n
wife Of CAzeb FIeEa
Who died 1an. 8-
Aged 1egeExM
aHe ssTsth hts befossd slseps
On Ihe naound we're the freshly planted
bnds he STOPPED down q little 10 see II
they wsre mllted. and be th0ugbt he san q
tetr-dFop IN the heart Of one III them.
Poor little girl / was brute 70 come
mp ike that; must tel mother
Frank Wainwright had a very good and
lovely mother. mother who. though de-
voted 10 her oaiv child, had been wise
enough 70 tain him noniY.
Their place was some two miles OF.
arEoag the most picturesque u she Berk-
shire hills.
| He almost ran to the drive, ard came
upon his mother Just as she was descend
lag from her carriage
Why. dear, what IL So seeing him 50
flushed and hurried.
"Come into the house and viii tel
yca.w
In few words he told eagerly what he
had seen. and soft look came over Mrs.
Wainwright's gentle face. Fifteen years
before, about this time land she remem-
barsd tie chrysAnthemunst then In blooinl.
she had laid dewn among them her little
fair, dead daughter. Her heart bled as she
spoke Of tho flowers: he saw the anguish IN
her face and stopped.
"0h, mother, folgive. I never thought
OF nay sister, be said brokenly. She
bowed her head and they sat silent, hand
ir hand. for moment. then MIRA. W. spoke
III q low, sweet voice:
II should like to see this young girl:
and. my son, no Apologies needed for what
xas untntsntionai; . simple explanation
should suffice. TooF child / wonder Il
1t was her mothers grave
Rachel was astounaed the next day by
seeing thew ainwrIght turnout at their door.
She elapped on clean white apron and
showed Mra. W. very civilIy into the par
I0r. and took the card IN 70 the master.
*Hamph' he said II don't want 70
SEE her. Where's Chriss ~
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 | say 10 herr"
exclaimed Chriss.
You don't need 70 say anything. Just
so and smile al her, my lamb. and she II be
satisfied know.
when Chriss saw the tall lady In mourn
ing her heart uisgaye her for q moment
until she heard her voice
MY child, IL said, s.you must wonder az
sny visit IL was my son Frank who in-
truded upon you yesterday. and who could
not rest anti ! came 20 Say how entirely
mistake Ii was "
chriss took courage 10 look up under her
/ long eyelashes and was reasHared.
"Oh, certainly. Mrs. w. he was very
kind and-and polite, am sure, and
| thank you for coming"
Thank You. dear. and now | viii 80.
You have a pleasant home here. Miss
Field she said, as Chriss walked oil with
her 10 the carriage.
"oh doyou think sof Yes, il is pleasant.
Wait just one minute, Mrs. W.. please.
she ran swiftly out OF sight. and returned
with an exquisite bunch Of white ehrysan-
themums.
/ The tears sprang to Mrs. W. eyes. She
| took the bunch and the small hand with IL
into her own and laid q kiss upon the pure
young brow.
They're mothers flowers; she's dead.
/ you know" said Chfiss. simply.
II know. my dear. and ! shall cherish
them goodbye"
ooh Rachel that's the Ioveliest LADY
ever saw r. cried Chriss. rushing into the
/ kitchen.
II suppose You won't look at any OF US
now. retorted the old woman, and was
hufied and offended for two whole days. A
/ week after that there came an invitation to
take tea with Mrs. W.. and great we're the
preparations for the event. and Rachel
was very proud Of her darling IS she drove
OF argayed In = pretty, quaint gown Of
lilac. with ruisic OF red lace at her neck
and wrists.
'.she's pretty as peach" declared her
/ old nurse. with them sweet blue eyes and
them little pink cheeks. so she Is.
Mrs. W. met her. and wave OF emotion
went over her. and she thought of her oSn
lost darling.
Nos. dear, We are to be friends, you
know, said Mrs W. IS they sat down
together IN the beautiful library. land
doa. Z even know your name"
/ Mother named me Chrysanthea. and
they call me Chriss. You see l vas born
/ In October. the same IS the covers, and
suppose that made her think Of the name.
/ Was only two years old when she died.
Two years old the words sent a pang
] through the mothers heart. She sigeed
+ heavily. then crossed the room and took
1 portrait from the table and gave il into
/ Chris hands. II vas that OF dear little
/ dsmpled girl. with an upturned, laughing
face.
MY daughter" Mrs W said.
~oh. have Yea = dAughfeF7 What
Pretty chiid" Then seeing the sad.
+ troubled look tn her friends face she threw
/ herself on her knees and buried her head
/ in Mrs VS. Tap. Alter that they we're
/ more than friends. sweet sense OF peace
/ Hooded Mrs. VS. metheriy heart As she
/ held that giriish form in her arms and
/ PASSED her fingers through tae dark. cling.
| ing curis sssd she learned al the cruel loss
I that young heart hsd suffered. unconscious
q how il revealed the very depths Of 81
/ unsnIiied nature Of the tendeFest kind.
( What wonder Mrs. W fhought; s'ah
heart o. xosdi Il she could only he my
I daughter lnde@di" Ard 50 iteAme So pass
/ that very next year. when the chryssntAe-
NUNS we're ia full bloom. FFank Waln-
right Ied bis bride 60 the little village
church.
tlid Raehel brings her children often nor
so tha sg,ot where their mother used 20
watch her slowers IN scF desolats childhood.
aud "a sac smiles Al tie pretty. chubby
faces the old woaa an naaEmaEs 70 herself