Part 11 (1/2)

”I?” I said, a little startled at the thought; ”I confess I have not once thought of my personal appearance. I realize what, through the Father's mercy, this life has done for me spiritually, but as for the other, I have never given it an instant's thought.”

”The change is fully as great in your case as in Lu's, though with you the change has been more gradual,” he said.

I felt a strange thrill of joy that when my dear husband should come to me, he would find me with the freshness and comeliness of our earlier years. It was a sweet thought, and my heart was full of grat.i.tude to the Father for this further evidence of his loving care. So we talked together as the hours sped, until my father said:

”Come, children; we must not forget that this dear daughter of mine needs rest this first day in her new home. Let us leave her and her happy husband to their new-found bliss.”

So with light hearts we went our way, and left them to spend their first hours in heaven together.

CHAPTER XII.

Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the gla.s.sy sea; Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

--[Bishop Heber.

After we had left my parents and friends on our return from our welcome to my sister, my brother hastened away upon some mission, and I walked on alone toward the sacred lake. I felt the need of a rest in its soothing waters after the exciting scenes through which I had pa.s.sed.

I had hitherto visited the lake in the early morning hours; it was now something past noontide of the heavenly day, and but few persons lingered on the sh.o.r.e. The boats that sped across its calm surface seemed to be filled rather with those intent upon some duty than simply pleasure-seekers. I walked slowly down into the water, and soon found myself floating, as at former times, in mid-current. The wonderful prismatic rays that in the early morning were such a marvel, now blended into a golden glory, with different shades of rose and purple flas.h.i.+ng athwart their splendor. To me it seemed even more beautiful than the rainbow tints; just as the maturer joys of our earthly life cast into shadow, somewhat, the more evanescent pleasures of youth. I could but wonder what its evening glories would be, and resolved to come at some glowing twilight, and see if they would not remind me of the calm hours of life's closing day. I heard the chimes from the silver bell of the great city ringing an anthem as I lay, and its notes seemed to chant clearly:

”Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord G.o.d Almighty!” The waters took up the song and a thousand waves about me responded, ”Holy! Holy! Holy!”

The notes seemed to ”vibrate,” if I may use the expression, upon the waves, producing a wondrously harmonious effect. The front row in the battalion of advancing waves softly chanted ”Holy” as they pa.s.sed onward; immediately the second roll of waves took up the word that the first seemed to have dropped as it echoed the second ”Holy” in the divine chorus, then it, too, pa.s.sed onward to take up the second note as the third advancing column caught the first; and so it pa.s.sed and echoed from wave to wave, until it seemed millions of tiny waves about me had taken up and were bearing their part in this grand crescendo--this wonderful anthem. Language fails me--I cannot hope to convey to others this experience as it came to me. It was grand, wonderful, overpowering. I lay and listened until my whole being was filled with the divine melody, and I seemed to be a part of the great chorus, then I, too, lifted up my voice and joined with full heart in the thrilling song of praise.

I found that, contrary to my usual custom, I floated rapidly away from the sh.o.r.e whence I had entered the water, and after a time was conscious that I was approaching a portion of the lake sh.o.r.e I had never yet visited. Refreshed and invigorated, I ascended the sloping banks, to find myself in the midst of a lovely suburban village, similar to the one where our own home was situated. There was some difference in the architecture or construction of the houses, though they were no less beautiful than others I had seen. Many were constructed of polished woods, and somewhat resembled the finest of the chalets one sees in Switzerland, though far surpa.s.sing them in all that gives pleasure to the artistic eye.

As I wandered on, feasting my eyes upon the lovely views about me, I was particularly pleased by the appearance of an unusually attractive house. Its broad verandas almost overhung the waters of the lake, the wide low steps running on one side of the house quite to the water's edge. Several graceful swans were leisurely drifting about with the current, and a bird similar to our Southern mocking-bird, but with softer voice, was singing and swinging in the low branches overhead.

There were many larger and more imposing villas near, but none possessed for me the charm of this sweet home.

Beneath one of the large flowering trees close by this cottage home, I saw a woman sitting, weaving with her delicate hands, apparently without shuttle or needle, a snow-white gossamer-like fabric that fell in a soft fleecy heap at her side as the work progressed. She was so very small in stature that at first glance I supposed she was a child; but a closer scrutiny showed her to be a mature woman, though with the glow of youth still upon her smooth cheek. Something familiar in her gestures, rather than her appearance, caused me to feel that it was not the first time we had met; and growing accustomed now to the delightful surprises that met me everywhere in this world of rare delights, I drew near to accost her, when, before I could speak, she looked up, and the doubt was gone.

”Maggie!” ”Mrs. Sprague dear!” we cried simultaneously, as, dropping her work from her hands, she stepped quickly up to greet me.

Our greeting was warm and fervent, and her sweet face glowed with a welcome that reminded me of the happy days when we had met, in the years long gone, by the sh.o.r.e of that other beautiful lake in the world of our earth-life.

”Now I know why I came this way to-day--to find you, dear,” I said, as we sat side by side, talking as we never had talked on earth; for the sweet shyness of her mortal life had melted away in the balmy air of heaven.

”What is this lovely fabric you are weaving?” I presently asked, lifting the silken fleecy web in my fingers as I spoke.

”Some draperies for Nellie's room,” she said. ”You know we two have lived alone together so much, I thought it would seem more like home to her, to us both, if we did the same here. So this cottage is our own special home, just a step from Marie's,” pointing to an imposing house a few yards distant, ”and I am fitting it up as daintily as I can, especially her room.”

”Oh, let me help you, Maggie dear!” I said. ”It would be such a pleasure to me.”

She hesitated an instant, with something of the old-time shyness, then said:

”That is so like you, dear Mrs. Sprague. I have set my heart on doing Nellie's room entirely myself--there is no hurry about it, you know--but if you really would enjoy it, I shall love to have you help me in the other rooms.”

”And will you teach me how to weave these delicate hangings?”