The Coconino weekly sun., 1894-05-03

It; but now we can't Indulge In senti- ment;" and he gave glance about the room.
 Tt has a very great deal in it for me-" said Mrs. Lloyd. My father and l-he is dead now--were there for a long time, and he was especially fond of that rosebush, as everyone is who knows it, ] am sure. How odd that you should have painted just the one house that should like to have always hanging before me-"
 "Odd that you happened to see it, but not odd that painted it; for my wife was fond of it, and then we spent our honeymoon there. My wife was there for long time with gentleman who was taken suddenly i'll there"
 Suddenly ill?" said Mrs. Lloyd; tex. cuse me, but what was his name?'
 MT Carter-Mr. John Carter, of Virginia; and we ."
 Mrs. Lloyd interru pted again.
 Were you-I mean are you Clare King the Miss King who was so good to my father?"
 Were you Miss Carter, who couldIn, come because she had sprained bSs ankle in London?"
 'I am, indeed" And Mrs. Llovt juped up and took both Mrs. Rhett's hands; and l have tried so hard to find you for all the long years. What does it mean?"
 They sat down and looked at each other-these people whom chance and picture had thrown together.
 ''I don't know" "I can't imagine" said first one and then the other. Mrs Lloyd collected her wits first.
 You left my father after my aunt came-the next day, I think, and so we never met; and then you wrote twice and then l wrote to you, and then we never heard again; and we even wrote here to America ard tried to find your address in Charleston. What can it mean? And you have been living in Florence and in Rome. All but neighbors, and never knowing it. "
 II had one letter from you" said Mrs. Rhett, land then I never heard again; and l wrote again, and still no answer. And my mother moved away to Savannah, and she married again and changed her name, and was mar. ried and changed mine, and so. per haps, that explains why you couldn't find us."
 "l suppose so," said Mrs. Lloyd; land yet it does seem a mystery. And now to find you from the picture of the inn; how glad l am! l am so lonely, and have no friends here" and she glanced at her dress; "my husband is dead"
 And we are lonely too," said the other woman.
 Then came loug string of questions and answers, and, as it has nothing to do with the story. it need not be told; but Mrs. Lloyd said:
 'I can never be grateful enough to you for all you did for my dear father, when he was so alone"
 But she proved that she could; for that day she paid for the picture, and twice the price that Mir. Rhett had thought that he could dare to ask for it. And she knew that the comforts that they needed would follow, and she attended to the other things. A great basket of flowers and most delicious fruit came to them the next day. And Mr. Rhett had such warm words of praise from the man who kept the picture shop; for as bad luck never comes singly," so it is with good; and just after Mrs Lloyd had seen the picture and ordered it kept for her, another person had tried to buy it.
 And Mrs. Lloyd felt that she had been wise to follow "her leadin's" as she looked at the picture in her room that had been so lonely and felt that the day had brought her not only the promise of spring and of life, but the very best thing that the world can ever give-the love of friends. And it all came from pleasant word at a shop window to a strange little girl who had seen the kindness and been kind in return. And she thought also: If had crossed the street at first should have missed it all. How strangew-Katheriae E. Foot, in N. Y. Independent