the creator of the home.
There took place lately near my house two of those instantaneous deaths which are commonly called tragic, but which seem to me the most enviable mode of passing away from earth.
Two maiden ladies had for many years led their blameless lives together in a modest cottage quaintly situated in the sharp angle of two streets, and made picturesque in summer by the flowers and vines that were devoutly tended by its occupants.
They had long eked out their modest income by taking a few boarders, and had by simple kindliness made their house as genuine a home to many other persons as to themselves.
As years grew upon them this care was laid aside, and they dwelt quietly together.
One day last week one of them was taken to drive by a young girl, a relative.
She took with her a pet dog. In some way the dog almost fell out. The old lady leaned forward suddenly to save him. The motion brought on palpitation of the heart, and she died without a struggle.
The news was swiftly carried to her home, where the shock produced a similar