The pall of smoke above the distant town had merged into the night. In its place there gleamed a dull red glow, as of a pillar of fire.
She turned and faced herself in the great Cheval glass with its frame of gilded cupids. She was still young—in the fulness of her life and beauty; the years with their promise of power and pleasure still opening out before her.
And suddenly it came to her that this was the Great Adventure of the World, calling to the brave and hopeful to follow, heedless, where God’s trumpet led. Somewhere—perhaps near, perhaps far—there lay the Promised Land. It might be theirs’ to find it—at least to see it from afar. If not—! Their feet should help to mark the road.
Yes, she too would give up her possessions; put fear behind her. Together, hand in hand, they would go forward, joyously.
THE END