Nevada County picayune., 1892-01-28
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 Come out? Not I. I've % something better to do than look a lot of poses. There, run along child now do.
 She went very slowly and softl, out of the room, closing the doc gently behind her, but her heart wa full. Her song was silent now, ane as she passed the kitchen window sh, dld not look up and nod as usual
 She went quietly out to the ho house and, selecting small trowel knelt down beside the white chrysan themums and began Ioosening the roots with tender, patient hands.
 "She would have come to look, . she murmured, as she glanced off tc where the white shaft of her moth. |
 "She would have understood per haps she will understand now if say a little prayer"
 Two hot tears fell on the pure blossoms as she gathered them up in her apron; but they were not bitter tears, she was too young for that. She walked quickly across the fields that separated the burrying ground from the house, and was soon by her mothers grave. The field lark was chlrpIng, the golden-rod had brush ed her cheeks as she passed, her heart was lighter, and she sang un- der her breath a sweet, old fashion ed hymn.
 At last the flowers were planted and she turned to go.
 A young man with q sketch book under his arm stood as,de to let her pass. She looked up in time to see him remove his hat, and encountered a pair of dark brown eyes. She col ored, and went on with quickened steps, conscious of her soiled apron and earth begrimed fingers.
 He stood looking after her, sti, with his head barred. He was an ar list. The sight of the young girI kneellng by the grave had appealed to his senses.
 He had seen the monument from { distance and had come to inspect it. without an idea of intruding; there he had seen her, had sent one look into those sweet, fower-like eyes and had let her go without one word of apology. He saw her enter the farm house, and then retraced his steps, reading first the inscription on the monument:
 Sacred to the memory of
 Elizabeth,
 Wife of Caleb Field,
 Who died Jan. - 1S-
 Aged "a years.
 He giveth his beloved sleep."
 On he mound were the freshly planted buds. He stopped down d little to see if they were whited, and he thought he saw a tear-drop in the heart of one of them.
 Poor little girl. was brute to come up like that. will go and tell mother
 Frank Wainright had very good and lovely mother, mother who though devoted to her only chlld, had been wise enough to train him aobly. Their place was some two miles off, among the most pictur- esQue 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 it." seeing him so flushed and hurried.
 "Come into the house and l will tell you"
 In a few words he told eagerly what he had seen, and a soft look look came over Mrs. Wainright' S gentle face. Fifteen years before about this time (and she remember ed the chrysanthemums then in bloom), and had laid down among them her little fair, dead daughter Her heart hled as she spoke of the flowers; he saw tho anguish in her face and stopped,
 "Oh, mother, forgive me, never thought of my sister," he said bro- kenly. She bowed her head and they sat silent hand in hand, for | moment. Then Mrs. w. spoke in a low, sweet voice.
 "I should like to see this young girl; and, my son, no apology is