nut upon her head was more and the gold less； till the day came that she had prophesied； and with the day a little child； whose hair had stolen all her mother's gold； as her heart had drained away her mother's life。
Ah！ reader； may it be long before you kneel at the bedside of her you love best in the world； and know that of all your love is left but a hundred heart…beats； while opposite sits Death； watch in hand； and fingers upon her wrist。
〃Husband；〃 whispered Elizabeth； as we looked at each other for the last time； 〃let her be your little golden girl 。 。 。〃
And then a strange sweetness stole over her face； and the dream of Elizabeth's life was ended。
As I write I hear in the still house the running of little feet； a fairy patter sweet and terrible to the heart。
Little feet； little feetperhaps if I follow you I shall find again our mother that is lost。 Perhaps Elizabeth left you with me that I should not miss the way。
Tout par soullas。
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