came in a red glare through the big opening in the clouds; she

said again; 〃It is beyond〃。

Dawn and sunset were the feet of the rainbow that spanned the

day; and she saw the hope; the promise。 Why should she travel

any further?

Yet she always asked the question。 As the sun went down in

his fiery winter haste; she faced the blazing close of the

affair; in which she had not played her fullest part; and she

made her demand still: 〃What are you doing; making this big

shining motion? What is it that you keep so busy about; that

you will not let us alone?〃

She did not turn to her husband; for him to lead her。 He was

apart from her; with her; according to her different conceptions

of him。 The child she might hold up; she might toss the child

forward into the furnace; the child might walk there; amid the

burning coals and the incandescent roar of heat; as the three

witnesses walked with the angel in the fire。

Soon; she felt sure of her husband。 She knew his dark face

and the extent of its passion。 She knew his slim; vigorous body;

she said it was hers。 Then there was no denying her。 She was a

rich woman enjoying her riches。

And soon again she was with child。 Which made her satisfied

and took away her discontent。 She forgot that she had watched

the sun climb up and pass his way; a magnificent traveller

surging forwa