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The Glory Road
By Francis William Sullivan
Author of "Star of the North," "Alloy of Gold," "Children of Banishment," etc.
Illustrations by R. Van Buren XVI
FOR a long moment, oblivious of time or tilings, helpless in the grip of .1 power stronger than herself, June Clung to Stephen Holt. Then, as the supreme emotion passed, reason and remembrance reasserted themselves. With an inarticulate sound and an access o( strength that shame and horror lent her, she broke from his grasp and faced him, trembling, her eyes dark with despair, her hands pressed to her flaming cheeks.
"Oh, what have I done!" she cried. "Go ! You must go !" Then she turned and fled from the room. He heard the key turn in the lock of her bedroom door.
At first the man stood dazed, too dazzled by what had occurred, too shaken by his feelings to be quite sure of reality. But the sound of the key roused him, and he returned to the present with the muddled look of one awakening.
Briefly he wavered. Then he obeyed her. Walking towards the front door, he took his cap from the hatrack where he had so carelessly tossed it a few hours before, and left the house. On the street his tightlystrung nerves and surging emotions, almost more than he could endure, goaded him to the relief of physical action, and he commenced to walk.
It was cold enough in the night air for an overcoat, but he did not notice it. He was oblivious, too, of the luminous dark blue sky with its bright low stars, the fragrances of eucalyptus, petunia, and honeysuckle, and the quiet of the windless calm that preceded the fog bank.
He was walking in a world of his own in which a mellow, gracious flood of golden light poured down upon him. coloring alike consciousness and environment.
Something within him exulted :
"Elaine, darling, " she cried, '•what has happened?"
"She loves me at last! I've made her, as I said I would ! God ! She loves me !"
His head went up, his chest out, and he seemed to walk on air, for this was a sensation of triumph such as he had never experienced. Pride and passion alternated in him. His was the triumph of the conquering male.
But this phase was not all. Because he was a man, the mental glory persisted and dominated — there remained that effect as of golden light. Stirred to depths that had never been stirred before, he was almost transfigured. The thought of his other loves made him sick with loathing. He knew them now for the false and cheap things they were, and remorse, a consciousness of utter unworthiness swept over him.
This was love, he told himself. Never in the world had anyone known its like ; it was recompense for the whole of life that had gone before. A kind of regeneration and rejuvenation, as of Spring, took place in him. He burgeoned. Life was beautiful, and seemd to hold wonderful and undreamed of possibilities.
Strange radiant aspirations towards God rose up in him ; he perceived that loving, and kindness and giving — all beneficent things — were the foundations of happiness, and he felt a great impulse to dedicate himself to them. He felt that a whole lifetime
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