"Your advice was good. To-morrow when I meet my husband I will tell him
who found the child and why that child is not at my side to greet him."
* * * * *
That night I had a vision. I saw a door--shut, ominous. Before that door
stood a woman, tall, pale, beautiful. She was there to enter, but to
what no mortal living could say. She saw nothing but loss and the
hollowness of a living death behind that closed door.
But who knows? Angels spring up unknown on the darkest road, and
perhaps--
Here the vision broke; the day and its possibilities lay before me.