John Webster stood for a moment looking into the Virgin’s eyes and then
bought the things and hurried out of the store. Then he took a street
car and went to his own house. His wife and daughter were out and he
went up into his own room and put the packages in a closet. When he
came downstairs the servant Katherine was waiting for him. “May I get
you something to eat again to-day?” she asked and smiled.
* * * * *
He did not stay to have lunch, but it was fine, being asked to stay. At
any rate she had remembered the day when she had stood near him while
he ate. He had liked being alone with her that day. Perhaps she had
felt the same thing and had liked being with him.
He walked straight out of town and got into a country road and
presently turned off the road into a small wood. For two hours he sat
on a log looking at the trees now flaming with color. The sun shone
brightly and after a time the squirrels and birds became less conscious
of his presence and the animal and bird life that had been stilled by
his coming was renewed.
It was the afternoon after the night of his walking in the streets
between the rows of houses the walls of which had been torn away by
his fancy. “I shall tell Natalie of that to-night and I shall tell her
also of what I intend to do at home there in my room. I shall tell
her and she will say nothing. She is a strange one. When she does not
understand she believes. There is something in her that accepts life as
these trees do,” he thought.
III
A strange kind of nightly ceremony was begun in John Webster’s corner
room on the second floor of his house. When he had come into the house
he went softly upstairs and into his own room. Then he took off all his
clothes and hung them in a closet. When he was quite nude he got out
the little picture of the Virgin and set it up on a kind of dresser
that stood in a corner between the two windows. On the dresser he also
placed the two candlesticks with the Christ on the cross on them and
putting two of the yellow candles in them lighted the candles.
As he had undressed in the darkness he did not see the room or himself
until he saw by the light of the candles. Then he began to walk back
and forth, thinking such thoughts as came into his head.
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