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Show AN EASTER VISION were thronged with well-dresssed people peo-ple on their way to church, and the spring air was full of the joyous sound of bells. The priest stretched out his hands toward the kneeling flock and spoke of the butterfly and the chrysalis, the marvel of revivified and blossoming earth. Yet his words were meaningless, meaning-less, cold and empty in the ears of the sad, black-robed woman who sought in vain for consolation. "Christ is risen is risen from the dead!" sang the choir; but the sad and lonely womaii turned and left the church. That afternoon she walked along country roads, through the delicious ouors of the spring -filled air. As she trod the brown meadows the sky was aglow with the dulling gold of the sunshine and the wind bore to her the scent of fresh hyacinths. ' Still she wandered on, unheeding, absorbed in the bitterness of her own heart, until she saw before her a country churchyard, where a woman, black-robed, like herself, bent sobbing above a new-made grave. Drawn by some intangible chord of sympathy, she walked over to where the other ...:eeled at the tomb. . "It is Easter." said the second woman, mechanically lifting her heavy eyes, "and he is dead. A sudden comprehension came to her glance; she reached out her hand and touched the stranger's gown, i "You understand!' she cried. "You too " "Yes, f unucistand," answered the first '' woman, monotonously. "Your story is also mire, lie is dead." "They are gone Horn tis forever," cried the woman at the grave, with a burst of wild weeping. "Ah, for one sign of immoru,..y, for one hope, one dream tnat'it is not forever that they but sleep to live agaiy!" . 'And then for both hese sorrowing souls was wrought a miracle! Life, for the instant., threw, aside its mask of death and revealtd itself in i's serenu majesty of reality. The sky became more vivW'and opaline: the 1 wind blew more freshly, bearing a busand scents; hepaticas were blooming at their teet; a. bird soared, singing, from i ? ground. - For" the moment liey ! seemed to feel the swirl of the earth on its axis. the stars revolving: in tneir spaeres, the mighty heave of the great oceans of life, and knew that there . was nothing in time nor space nor existence, exist-ence, but change, motion and vitality. lU' that one brief moment, they felt and knew the presence of their dead infinitely near and comforting, and were assured beyond all doubt that there was The freer step, the fuller breath, the wide horizon's grander view, Te sense of life that knows no death, the life that maketh all things And then the vision passed, the scales fell upon their eyes, their ears once more grew dull. And yet its memory remained. They stood together to-gether in the wor.d, as they had known it, alone; but nevermore desolate. deso-late. , . The florists are looking happy. According Ac-cording to experts, this Easter will |