At the brow he first caught sight of the broken stone wall which separated the old burying place from the road.

There lay his path.
Happily he could tread it unnoticed and unwatched.

There was no one within sight, high or low.
He spent a half hour among the tombs before he struck the name he was looking for.
Another ten minutes before he found those of his wife's family.

Then he had his reward.
On a low brown shaft he read the names of father and mother, and beneath them the following lines: Sacred to the memory of Anitra Died June 7, 1885 Aged 6 years and one day.
_Of such is the Kingdom of heaven._ The twin! Georgian was mad.

This record showed that her little sister lay here.