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IANTHINA.—TRITONIA. 
In another land—beloved of the Bremelys 
—it was winter. In their California home the 
petals of flowers fell light as snowflakes, and 
the roaring of the ocean was to them in place 
of the tumult of the north wind. 
To the east of them blue mountains en- 
camped, with their feet among flowers and their 
broad shoulders to the siroccos that swept over 
the plain. 
Mr. Bremely hoped in this valley of flowers, 
roses might flush his little daughter's cheeks, 
where through all the ten years of her life 
only hlies had bloomed. , 
At the close of his busy days her room 
was the sacred spot to which he hastened, and 
while he bent over her couch or her golden | 
head rested upon his shoulder, he looked with 
a longing that was pain, for signs of coming 
strength which physicians had prophesied 
might follow this sojourn by the sea. | 
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