" ' Dear sister,' said she, " ' do not 

 weep for me, for truly 1 am like my 

 own flower. Born late, I loved late, 

 but rejoice with me that 1 do not 

 linger late.' 



" Her prophecy was too true, for she, 

 too, like her father and mother, fell 

 softly asleep, and 1 gathered the last 

 artemesias in the garden to lay upon 

 her grave." 



" Oh, mother," cried an eager young 

 voice, " is that why you always will 

 have those dull artemesias growing in 

 the garden ? " 



"Yes, dear, and I hope now you 

 will have a little more patience with 

 them, for the sake of Miss Artemesia." 



We are apt to associate this flower 

 with cold, dull weather, flying leaves, 

 and bare branches, yet it is also a 

 native of Africa, where there are 

 many legends connected with it, par- 

 ticularly with the plant which bears 

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