Show 4 after I 1 0 1 many years i 0 0 by FREDERICK HART 0 0 0 II 11 4 0 1921 by mcclure newspaper Nw paper it was waa noon a hot sticky noon with the hie sun shining down on tile the lower frig buildings and populous streets ot of lower new york as though not satisfied alth tt ath the temperature it was malignantly doing its best to add another three or four degrees to tin the lea length th of the already stretched mercury the thrones that hooded flooded the sidewalks and dodged in and out among the stream of street cars automobiles and trucks that cluttered clui about the intersection of wall and broad streets were thinly clid cled the men in palm beach suits for the most part the girls in white filmy garments but even these efforts could coul not bring about the desired coolness the narrow high walled streets caught and held the beat ilk like e ovens each window turned itself into a miniature reflector and multiplied the power of the sun only in one square was there promise of relief in the little block where trinity church stands it its spire dwarfed by the the mighty buildings that crowd it about but sturdily guarding its sacred plot of grass the graveyard alexander ua milton and robert fulton lie burled buried sacred among the booming thunders of commerce here were win winding dlag paths R and ad green grass for tired feet weary of the pound of tile the cement pavements and here m was as tile the cool dim interior of the church itself where shadows drove away the heat and sometimes the dim notes of the organ took the business sick mind away from the racket of typewriters and tickers and gave it soothing bothin melodies to rest and refresh for a space before the afternoon tn in F Y I 1 11 I 1 Z pk 3 A 1717 she stooped above one of the smallest called esain to the world of commerce and trade into one of tile bypaths leading along a row of flaking brownstone brownston slabs which marked the last resting place of forgotten forgetter pioneers of the city walked a girl slie site was remarkable in ili that while obviously dressed N ith an eye to coolness and comfort she still gave the impression of being fully clad un an effect which many of her sisters abroad in that sultry weather utterly failed to attain her step was slow her eyes on the ground her face shaded by a plain straw hat but the taw fact under the hat was as had any one cared to notice a pretty face nay more a beautiful face site she was looking closely at the gravestones and appealed to be seeking something on a bench nearby was sitting a young man previous to the appearance of the girl he be had bad apparently been ab absorbed la in an early afternoon edition though an observer might have noted that he be glanced often at the wrought irwi iron gate of the churchyard and occasionally sio bio nally compared his watch with the clock in the steeple apparently he was waiting for something or some soine c one lie when the girl appeared lie he hall had folded the newspaper and wak washed hed her intently she carried a tiny bunch of violets bought from one of the many flower hawkers that infest the nearby corners ners As she scanned the headstones ahe he paused then apparently finding what she sought she stooped above nie ne of the smallest of tile the graves smoothed the grass on the mound with her hand and laid the violets against i the he slanting headstone when she up and turned away from lier her task her eyes were wet the young art an gathering eatherl Bg his courage arose up ap bunched her and took off his hat 1 I beg your pardon for my forward ss in ili speaking to you in this ancon manner he said but I 1 ive seen you once a scuffs leq lie suA glimmer limer place flowers on that lit little tie rave and and ir if you will pardon my mv 1 irio sity tor for I 1 which I 1 fissure assure jau you I I 1 etive good reason I 1 should like to ask ou why you remember janet cat cald wll voll who died to in 1793 la in this way W believe 1361 leve me I 1 arp not inspired by mere vulgar curiosity curl f j the girl looked at him a moment and aen decided to speak have you read the epitaph she asked yes but I 1 dont remember all of it except the name and the date well it Is such a little stone an anil so alone and andt lt leans over a climis tl imis it were tired and come and read it they went together to the grave and stooping the young man loan de ciphered elp hered the worn inscription janet daughter of ephraim and janet caldwell age 16 3 mos mog 1777 1793 in pace think of 0 it I 1 said the girl only sixteen and her little grave seems seeing so neglected here with all the other I 1 was sorry for or her and 1 I 1 I she might like the violets and 1 I y the young man was not listening instead he was digging in his bis insist cont cent pocket after some search ho he produced something and held it in the palm of his hand band would you like to know what she looked like he asked oh the girls face was rosy do you y 0 u I 1 mean are you look in the young mans hand nas as tin an ancient miniature the cover snapped back the girl looked long at the face on the he thin plate or of ivory oh she breathed again how beautiful she Is I 1 that was painted the year bear before she died said the young man quietly iler her father ephraim Ephr alm was my fether ers great grent grandfather I 1 1 my name Is grant caldwell and this miniature is all that Is left to remember the family of old ephraim Ephr alm and you yoo you thought of her while I 1 am afraid that I 1 had forgotten her the girls eyes were bright with nith unshed tears but never forget her now she said no N 0 not if let me let you what if help me always to remember her by seeing you again there was silence for a moment then the girl looked up at him 1 I hlll ill she said simply and told him her name over the little headstone their hands hand clasped and high in the tower of trinity the old clock boomed out the hour as though in benediction on their heads 1 |