"She was a woman like myself, and, as far as we know, she was a good woman. Now that she's dead she seems to have no friends. But there must be somebody somewhere that will be glad to know that a few flowers went with her into the grave."

This explanation was made Friday by a visitor at the St. Paul morgue, when she laid an exquisite bouquet upon the sheet above the torn, crushed body of the unknown young woman killed by a train in the union depot yards a week ago last Wednesday. The cream roses, the white hyacinths, the pink carnations and the maidenhair ferns brought a rare beauty into the damp darkness of the "dead room."

"First time I ever saw flowers on one of those unclaimed bodies," said Morgue Superintendent Richardson. "Folks come quick enough to look at 'em with a lot of curiosity, and pull the sheet aside, and then appear horrified if the face is discolored or cut up. They make plenty of guesses as to who the body is, but they don't usually show much sympathy. Kind of a picnic, I should say, for most of these visitors, and I never heard 'em say anything before about the feelings of the body's friends.

"But those flowers will stay right there. I'll sprinkle 'em and try to keep 'em fresh, and they're going into the coffin with her, too, even if it is nothing more than common a pine box."

The flowers were brought to the morgue by a young and sweet-faced woman, with fair hair, who was richly, but simply, gowned. She would not give her name nor her residence. She did not represent any society, and she did not have the least idea who the dead girl was.

Many more visitors came to the morgue Friday, the majority on a call of ____osity, as the French would say. But no person was able to identify the nameless girl. It is hoped that among the big crowd of Sunday visitors will be some one who will be able to place more than a painted number on her headstone.