Arizona republican., 1892-06-05

back to the field; but later on, in one of the last battles of the war, Colonel Lea the father of Grace-was killed, and the man who led the charge on the northern side was a gallant young cap tain named Forrest, the elder brother of the man whom Grace Lea felt-eyen in her moment of fiercest suffering over the mutilated body of father she adored-she yet loved with the strongest passion of her heart.
 Captain Forrest was killed too, in that engagement, and for the second time it was made clear that, between these two families, fate had issued her sternest fiat of separation. When the war ended and peace was declared, the lovers thought each of the other; but it would have seemed like sacrilege to them both if there could have been word or sign between them. There was no human soul to whom the young man could speak and put in words the faithfulness of his hopeless love; but Grace was a woman, and her need of self expression was greater, and therefore to her moth CT she spoke freely and found her only comfort in declaring that the love of her life had been given to one man, to whose memory the years to come should be sacred. Youth and its passionate TO- nance was long since past to Mrs. Lea, and she tried to reason with the girl and even to persuade her that her lover had by this time quite forgotten her. It was absurd, this worldly wise mother said, to measure mans cOnstancy by a wom- ans; and in her opinion it was not only probable, but almost certain, that AL bert Forrest was by this time engaged to some one else, and she predicted that the next news they would have of him would tell them of his marriage. This was the last conversation mother and daughter ever had upon this subject, but Grace kept all these sayings and meditated on them in her heart.
 The War had been over several years and Grace Lea, who at it's beginning had been blooming girl of seventeen, was now woman of twenty-five, ma tured and thoughtful even beyond her age and handsomer than ever. Her face was superbly calm, and her figure, nodded to the beautiful completeness of womanhood, had repose and dignity that contradicted any idea of the rest leSsness that comes from emotional feel ing. She was more and more reserved and self contained to every one. No one got near to her, and she never made the least effort to be understood by any one. Once only warm glow of pas. sonate gratitude had come into her face, when an older woman whom she encountered somewhere, in an almost casual way, hearing her envied by some friend for her admirable repose of mind and heart, put her hands on Grace's shoulders, and looking into her eyes said quietly:
 "I know the secret of this deep repose can quote you a line that describes il utterly, And in my heart, if calm at al if any calm, a calm despair
 And Grace had answered nothing, bu she had thrown her arms about her ant kissed her-an impulsive thing for her t' do. She lost sight of this woman aftel that, and without regret.
 What does it matterT" she said to her
 
 Colonel Lea had been buried in sol diers cemetery, situated in that common battlefield between north and south where so many on both sides had tough and fallen that a stones throw apar there was vast, farrcaching field O graves, over which the flag of the Uniol hoated continually. and another, who's conquered banner was forever furlod Grace had never visited her father grave but it was a pilgrimage she ha' long desired to make. She knew m heart too we'll not to understand that h would wish his dust to lio with those b whose side hG had Sought and died, am SO there had been no thought uf Gringin his holy home So this Snmmer-th fourth after his death-she made up he mind to accomplish her sacred duty c seeing the last resting place of her bt loved father and assuring herself that was respected and protected, She felt great longing, too. tn be near his preciou body Her fathcrs hal been mor comprehcadiag love than that of he N mother, and his death had left an utterl untitled yui.l in herhcrt.
 It twas quite a long journey which Ms & Lea had before her, and she had watche M so many entrances and exits in the cal that her gaze was rather listless as, q M some important junction, 1t wandere idly over the men and women who wei
 cominG into the train.