She caught her breath with a frightened look. "Follow--ME?" Then she
burst out crying.

"Why, Tay!" he said, bewildered; "what is it, dear?"
But she had left him, stumbling blindly as she walked,
her face hidden in her hands.

Lewis went back into his house, and, lighting his lamp,
sat down to pore over one of Brother Nathan's books.
He was concerned, but he smiled a little; it was so like
Athalia to cry when she was happy! He did not see his wife
for several days. The Eldress said Sister 'Thalia was
not well, and Lewis looked sorry, but made no comment.
He was a little anxious, but he did not dwell upon his anxiety.
In the next few days he worked hard all day in Brother Nathan's
herb-house, where the air was hazy with the aromatic dust
of tansy and pennyroyal, then hurried home at night to sit
down to his books, so profoundly absorbed in them that sometimes
he only knew that it was time to sleep because the dawn fell
white across the black-lettered page.

But one night, a week later, when he came home from work,
he did not open his Bible; he stood a long time in his doorway,
looking at the sunset, and, as he looked, his face seemed to shine
with some inner light. The lake was like glass; high in the upper
heavens thin golden lines of cloud had turned to rippling copper;
the sky behind the black circle of the hills was a clear,
pale green, and in the growing dusk the water whitened like snow.
"'Glass mingled with fire,'" he murmured to himself;