The White Cherry Tree — Dorothy Worley

The white cherry tree stood on the hilltop above Lakeville since Bill Kimberly was thirteen. He had seen a picture of a cherry tree in full bloom in a catalog, and had ordered it. The scrawny little tree that was shipped gave no promise of beauty to the disappointed boy, but through the years the tree had grown -- blooming more profusely each year -- until the Point had become a mecca for visitors during the spring. Now Bill had finished his internship, and the cherry tree was abloom in all its loveliness.

Nancy Claiborne and Bill had been coming up to the Point for years -- to picnic beneath the white cherry. Today might be the last time they would come.