And the man, heart-broken, bought a solid silver casket, with a glass
inner casket, padded with delicate rose satin, and therein he laid the
woman he had loved, honored and respected above all others. A friend
who saw her said:

"Never have I seen anyone look so beautiful, as she lay there in her
soft chiffon gown, with a cluster of rosebuds in her hand; a full
blown rose herself. Is it possible that a creation so fair and
beautiful can, in a few short hours, return to dust again?"

The next day Helen's body, in the silver casket, covered with flowers
--the last tribute of a great love--was homeward bound. Is she to be
envied, or pitied? I wonder....

The man who ever carried in his heart the greatest respect and
reverence for this one woman, whispered gently as he placed a wreath
of roses on her casket:

"And I had hoped that you would be with me always! Oh, love of mine,
what a wealth of beauty, charm and winning grace were yours in full
flower"....

I hope, if it be true, that there yet remains another life in some dim
land of mystery; that they may again walk together, and sing, as in
the long ago; hand in hand; for love such as theirs will live through
eternity, and ever after....