d. He carried the child over, and before the timid arm was

loosed from his neck asked her for a kiss.

“I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that

believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and

whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.”

Now, that the streets were quiet and the night wore on, the

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words were in the echoes of his feet, and were in the air. Perfectly

calm and steady, he sometimes repeated them to himself as he

walked; but, he heard them always.

The night wore out, and, as he stood upon the bridge listening

to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the Island of Paris,

where the picturesque confusion of houses and cathedral shone

bright in the light of the moon, the day came coldly, looking like a

dead face out of the sky. Then, the night, with the moon and the

stars, turned pale and died, and for a little while it seemed as if

Creation were delivered over to Death’s dominion.

But the glorious sun, rising, seemed to strike those words, that

burden of the night, straight and warm to his heart in its long

bright rays. And looking along them, with reverently shaded eyes,

a bridge of light appeared to span the air between him and the

sun, while the river sparkled under it.

The strong tide, so swift, so deep, and certain, was like a