BRUNO 113 



Yesterday her heart was torn with anguish, 

 when those heavenly eyes grew dim with the 

 death-glaze. 



To-morrow it will be rent again, when the 

 little form is hidden from her in its white 

 casket; and again at that bitterest moment 

 Life can give when the first handful of earth 

 makes hollow echo above it. 



But to-night there is the uplifted feeling of 

 perfect peace. 



Although it is the third sleepless night, there 

 is no thought of weariness. All through the 

 short hours she sits and feasts her eyes on the 

 angelic face with its look of joy unutterable. 



And Bruno watches with her. 







The next day Bruno does not ask to join the 

 sad procession leaving the cottage. 



He has no thought for self at such a time. 



As it turns the corner, his mournful eyes are 

 seen at the window, gazing after his little play- 

 mate who is being carried away. 



Or does he realize it is only the beautiful 

 body they are taking, which was all too frail 

 for the bright spirit now flown these two days 

 since ! 



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