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they paused before a grave with a
new headstone. On it she read her
husband's name and hers.
She gasped; and then she was
aware that the vision lasted, and that
the Angel of Death still stood at the
bed's head. Beneath the sweep of
the wide wings she could see her hus
band, seated, still holding Charley's
hand, and the child, lying just as he
Then came a final scene. She saw
her boy lying, white-haired, in a bed
in a pauper ward of a hospital. She
seemed now to read his heart. She
saw the tardy penitence for the folly,
the grief, the sorrow that the earth
ly pilgrimage had brought him. And
over the vision thundered the voice
of the Death Angel.
"Choose!" it seemed to say. "You
have prayed as few women have
prayed, and because the kingdom of
heaven is taken by violence, it has
been revealed to you to know the in
scrutable meaning of God's actions.
Choose now, between life and death!"
Miriam Steele raised her head and
"You say the kingdom is taken by
violence," she answered. "Well, I will
take it I do not believe these pic
tures. I know that man is gifted
with free will, and that no inexor
able fate can lie in wait to trap my
boy. I know that if his heart is right,
and if he is treated rightly, he will
grow up to be a good man. What you
have shown me is a warning, not a
prophecy; it is a lesson, not an inex
orable doom. I choose, and I choose
life; and I will save our boy against
all the terrors of life and all the
promptings of the Evil One."
In the dread silence that followed
the face of the angel seemed to as
sume a majestic benignancy. He
turned and she saw a slow, pitying
smile cross his face.
"It is possible. But it is hard," he
seemed to say.
"What is a mother worth if she
cannot guard her own?" answered
Miriam Steele. "Begone! I choose
life for our child, and I will make that
life what it should be."
She saw the angel lower his sword.
A moment, and the grim shadow van
ished from the room. Then, out of
blank unconsciousness, Miriam
Steele awoke, to find the doctor
bending over her.
"She has come through the crisis,"
he said gravely.
Miriam Steele raised herself pain
fully from her bent knees. Her hus
band sat by the bedside still holding
the hand of the boy, whose eyes were
open and for the first time in days,
filled with consciousness. And out
side the glow of dawn was filtering
into the room.
She felt her husband's arms about
her. Her tears of joy mingled with
his, and she knew that a mother's
love is stronger than death, and
strong enough for life.
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
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