that every sleeper started from their rest, and hurried
with nervous haste to the parlor, where they saw Harry Graham, bending
in wild agony over the body of his darling Lizzie, who never before
had turned a deaf ear to his impassioned words of endearment. He had
received his sister's letter, and started immediately for home, but
owing to some delay did not reach there in time to see her alive.
Anxious to know the worst, he had not stopped at his father's house,
but seeing a light in Mr. Dayton's parlors, hastened thither. Finding
the door unlocked, he entered, and on seeing the two servant girls
asleep, his heart beat quickly with apprehension. Still he was
unprepared for the shock which awaited him, when on the coffin and her
who slept within it his eye first rested. He did not faint, nor even
weep, but when his friends came about him with words of sympathy he
only answered, "Lizzie, Lizzie, she is dead!"

During the remainder of that sad night he sat by the coffin pressing
his hand upon the icy forehead until its coldness seemed to benumb his
faculties, for when in the morning his parents and sister came he
scarcely noticed them; and still the world, misjudging ever, looked
upon his calm face and tearless eye, and said that all too lightly had
he loved the gentle girl whose last thoughts and words had been of
him. Ah, they knew not the utter wreck the death of that young girl
had made, of the bitter grief, deeper and more painful because no
tear-drop fell to moisten its feverish agony. They buried her, and
then back from the grave came the two heart-broken men, the father and
Harry Graham, each going to his own desolate home, the one to commune
with the God who had given and taken away, and the other to question
the dealings of that Providence which had taken from him his all.

Days passed, and nothing proved of any avail to win Harry from the
deep despair which seemed to have settled upon him. At length Anna
bethought her of the soft, silken curl which had been reserved for
him. Quickly she found it, and taking with her the Bible repaired to
her brother's room. Twining her arms around his neck she told him of
the death-scene, of which he before had refused to hear. She finished
her story by suddenly holding to view the long, bright ringlet which
once adorned the fair head now resting in the grave. Her plan was
successful, for bursting into tears Harry wept nearly two hours. From
that time he seemed better, and was