Through stained glass

  CHAPTER IV

  Routine is the murderer of time. Held by the daily recurring duties ofher household, Ann Leighton awoke with a gasp to the day that Natalie'shair went into pigtails and the boys shed kilts for trousers. At theevening hour she gathered the children to her with an increasedtenderness. Natalie, plump and still rosy, sat in her lap; Shenton, amere wisp of a boy, his face pale with a pallor beyond the pallor of thetropics, pressed his dark, curly head against her heart. Her other armencircled Lewis and held him tight, for he was prone to fidget.

  They sat on the west veranda and watched the sun plunge to the horizonfrom behind a bank of monster clouds. Before them stretched a valley,for Consolation Cottage was set upon a hill. Beyond the valley, and faraway, rose a line of hills. Suddenly that line became a line of night.Black night seized upon all the earth; but beyond there arose into theheavens a light that was more glorious than the light of day. A long seaof gold seemed to slope away ever so gently, up and up, until it lostitself beneath the slumberous mass of clouds that curtained its farthershore. Here and there within the sea hung islets of cloud, as still asrocks in a waveless ocean.

  Natalie stretched out her hand, with chubby fingers outspread, andsquinted between the black bars they made against the light.

  "Mother, what's all that?"

  Mrs. Leighton was silent for a moment. The children looked upexpectantly into her face, but she was not looking down at them. Hergaze was fixed upon the afterglow.

  "Why," she said at last, "it's a painting of heaven and earth. You seethe black plain that stretches away and away? That's our world, so dark,so full of ruts, so ugly; but it is the rough plain we all must travelto reach the shore of light. When life is over, we come to the end ofnight--over there. Then we sail out on the golden sea."

  "Are those islands?" asked Lewis, pointing to the suspended cloudlets.

  "Yes, islands."

  "D'you see that biggest one--the one with a castle and smoke andtrees?" continued Lewis. "That's the one _I'm_ going to sail to."

  "Me, too," said Natalie.

  "No, Natalie, you can't. Not to that one, because you're littlest. Youmust sail to that littlest one 'way, 'way over there." Lewis pointed farto the south.

  Natalie shook her head solemnly.

  "No. I'll sail to the big island, too."

  "And you, dear?" said Mrs. Leighton to Shenton, looking down at hismotionless head. Shenton did not answer. He was held by a sudden, still,unhealthy sleep.

  Mrs. Leighton let Lewis go, pushed Natalie gently from her lap, andgathered her first-born in her arms.

  "Run to mammy, children," she said.

  Holding the sleeping Shenton close to her, she turned a troubled facetoward the afterglow. The golden sea was gone. There was a last glimmerof amber in the heavens, but it faded suddenly, as though somewherebeyond the edge of the world some one had put out the light. Night hadfallen.

  Mrs. Leighton carried her boy into the house. She stopped at herhusband's study door.

  "Orme, are you there?" she called. "Please come."

  There was the sound of a chair scraping back. The door was flung open.Leighton looked from Ann's face to her burden, and his own face paled.

  "Again?" he asked.

  "O, Orme," cried Ann, "I'm frightened. What is it, Orme? Dr. MacDonaldmust come. Send for him. We _must_ know!"

  The Reverend Orme took the boy from her arms and carried him into aspare bedroom. He laid him down. Shenton's head fell limply to one sideupon the pillow. The pillow was white, but not whiter than the boy'sface.

  MacDonald's gruff voice was soon heard in the hall.

  "Not one of the bairns, Mammy? Young Shenton, eh?" He came into the roomand sat down beside the boy. He felt his pulse, undid his waist,listened to his heart and lungs. The doctor shook his head and frowned."Nothing extra-ordinary--nothing." Then he brought his face close to theboy's mouth, closer and closer.

  The doctor sank back in his chair. His shrewd eyes darted from boy tofather, then to the mother.

  "Do not be alarmed," he said to Mrs. Leighton; "the lad is pheesicallysound. He will awake anon." The doctor arose, and stretched his arms."Eh, but I've had a hard day. Will ye be sae gude as to give me a glassof wine, Mistress Leighton?"

  Ann started as though from a trance.

  "Wine, Doctor?" she stammered. "I'm sorry. We have no wine in thehouse."

  "Not even a drop of whisky?"

  Ann shook her head.

  "Nae whisky in the medicine-chest, nae cooking sherry in the pantry?Weel, weel, I must be gaeing." And without a look at Ann's rising coloror the Reverend Orme's twitching face the doctor was gone.

  The Reverend Orme fixed his eyes upon his wife.

  "When the boy awakes," he said, "not a word to him. Send him to mystudy." Ann nodded. As the door closed, she fell upon her knees besidethe bed.

  An hour later the study door opened. Shenton entered. His father wasseated, his nervous hands gripping the arms of his chair. On the deskbeside him lay a thin cane. He motioned to his son to stand before him.

  "My boy," he said, "tell me each thing you have done to-day."

  There was a slight pause.

  "I have forgotten what I did to-day," answered Shenton, his eyes fixedon his father's face.

  "That is a falsehood," breathed Leighton, tensely, "I am going to thrashyou until you remember."

  Leighton saw his boy's frail body shrink, he saw a flush leap to hischeeks and fade, leaving them dead-white again. Then he looked into hisson's eyes, and the hand with which he was groping for the cane stopped,poised in air. In those eyes there was something that no man couldthrash. Scorn, anguish, pride, the knowledge of ages, gazed out from achild's eyes upon Leighton, and struck terror to his soul. His boy'sfrail body was the abiding-place of a power that laughed at the strengthof man's hands.

  "My boy, O, my boy!" groaned Leighton.

  "Father!" cried Shenton, with the cry of a bursting heart, and hurledhimself into his father's arms.