Jesus, "the only
Saviour of sinners," His willingness to save _all_ who come to Him, and
the great danger of delay in coming. Then with a short prayer and the
singing of a hymn, they were dismissed.

With murmured thanks and many a backward look of admiring love at their
already almost idolized young mistress, and her father, who had won their
thorough respect and affection years ago, they scattered to their homes.

"You must have a shawl and hat, for the air begins to grow cool," said Mr.
Dinsmore to his daughter.

"Yes, massa, I'se brought dem," said Chloe, hurrying up almost out of
breath, with the required articles in her hand.

"Thank you, mammy, you are always careful of your nursling;" Elsie said,
smilingly, as the shawl was wrapped carefully about her shoulders and the
hat placed upon her head.

Her father drew her hand within his arm and led her across the lawn.

"There is one spot, very dear to us both, which we have not yet visited,"
he said, low and feelingly, "and I have rather wondered at your delay in
asking me to take you there."

She understood him. "Yes, sir," she said, "I should have done so last
evening, but that you looked weary. It has hardly been out of my mind
since we came, and I have only waited for a suitable time."

"None could be better than the present," he answered.

On a gently sloping hillside, and beneath the shade of a beautiful
magnolia, they found what they sought: a grave, with a headstone on which
was carved the inscription:

"Fell asleep in Jesus,
March 15, 18--,
ELSIE, WIFE OF HORACE DINSMORE,
and only remaining child of
WILLIAM AND ELSPETH GRAYSON,
Aged 16 years, and 2 weeks.
'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.'"

They read it standing side by side.

"How young," murmured the daughter, tears filling her eyes, "how young to
be a wife, a mother, and to die and leave husband and child! Oh, papa, how
I used to long for her, and dream of her--my own precious mamma!"

"When, my darling?" he asked in moved tones, drawing her tenderly to him
and passing an arm about her waist.

"Before I knew you, papa, and before you began to love me so dearly and be
father and mother both, to me, as you have been for so many years," The
low, sweet voice was tremulous with emotion, and the soft eyes lifted to
his were brimming over with tears of mingled grief and joy, gratitude and
love.

"I have tr