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.