“Long they sat there by the Rose-bush”
The castle had almost faded now, and the ivy looked strange and ghostly in the gathering gloom. A soft mist crept up from the valley, then the moon came to its throne in the sky. Still Fritz and Katrina sat there, hand clasped in hand; while over and about them, as though in benediction, there came a wonderful delicate fragrance—the breath, as it were, of a beautiful, living soul. Then they heard the Roses of Saint Elizabeth saying gently: “But the greatest of these is Love.”
THE END.
