He dragged through the few remaining days until spring, when he eagerly went to work on the open reaches of the farm, where he was more away from human beings and nearer to that something in his heart.

He worked long and hard and faithfully that spring.
On the upper bank of the canal, where the sagebrush stood untouched, Dorian that summer found the first sego blossoms.

He had never observed them so closely before nor seen their real beauty.

How like Mildred they were! He gathered a bouquet of them that Saturday afternoon as he went home, placed them in a glass of water, and then Sunday afternoon he wrapped them in a damp newspaper and took the bouquet with him to town.
His Sunday trips to the city were usually for the purpose of visiting Mildred's grave.

The sun shone warm that day from a blue sky as Dorian came slowly and reverently to the plot where lay all that was earthly of one whom he loved so well.