disappointment; to cry out to David; to apostrophize the unseen; to
fall into the hideous abyss of hopelessness; to see once again the
north star of religion; to call upon God for help; to doze; to awaken
to the abominations of the reality; to remember the escape from
perdition; to hasten to the duties of the day!

So goes the night. So comes the morning. She who would not live the
evening before is terrified now for fear of death ere her last great
labor shall be done.

She calls her carriage. She rides but a few squares. Every block in
that noble structure represents a pang in her heart. Some of those
great stones below must have been heavier than these sobs she now
feels. "Oh, David! David! Every iron beam; every copestone, every
coigne of vantage, every oriel window in this honorable edifice is for
you! Every element has cost an agony in her who weeps for you."

The widow gazes far aloft. It has been promised for this date, and it
is done. Something of the old look of pride comes to the calm and
beautiful face which the architect and the workmen have always seen.

The vari-colored slate shingles are going on the roof.

Her eye returns in satisfaction to the glittering black granite letters
over the portal. She reads:

THE DAVID LOCKWIN ANNEX

[Illustration: Her eye returns in satisfaction to the glittering black
granite letters over the portal.]