"Mother, I saw the white swan fly away through the door when you came
in."

"My dear, my dear," she said, "there was no white swan." But she clasped
the boy to her breast protectingly, and whispered an _ave_.

"Peace be to this house," said the voice of the priest.

And there was peace--for the child lived, and the man has loved, and has
kept his vow, even unto this day.

For the visions of the boy, who can know the divers ways in which God
speaks to the children of men!

THE END



NOVELS BY SIR GILBERT PARKER

The Going of the White Swan
The Seats of the Mighty
The Trail of the Sword
The Trespasser
The Translation of a Savage
Mrs. Falchion

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, NEW YORK