The Following of the Star: A RomanceBarclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa)
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The Following of the Star: A Romance
Barclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa)
Clergy -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
David leaned out of the window, and directed the chauffeur.
Diana slipped her hands out of her muff.
They passed the royal statue of England's great and belovèd Queen. David
leaned forward and saluted.
"The memory of the Just is blessèd," he said. "I always like to realise
how truly the Royal Psalm applies to our Queen Victoria. 'Thou gavest
him a long life; even forever and ever.' She lives on forever in the
hearts of her people. This--is true immortality!"
Diana removed her gloves, and looked at the bright new wedding-ring,
encircling the third finger of her left hand.
David glanced at it also, and looked away.
"Good-bye, old Metropole!" he said, as they sped past Northumberland
Avenue. "We have had some jolly times there. Ah, here is the Abbey! I
must set my watch by Big Ben."
"Would you like to stop, and go into the Abbey?" suggested Diana. "We
have time."
"No, I think not," said David. "I made my final adieu to English
cathedrals at Winchester, last Monday. And I had such a surprise and
pleasure there. Nothing the Abbey could provide would equal it."
"What was that?" asked Diana, and her hand stole very near to David's.
David folded his arms across his breast, and turned to her with delight
in his eyes.
"Why, the day before you came to town, I went down to Winchester to say
good-bye to some very old friends. Before leaving that beautiful city I
went into the cathedral, and there I found--what do you think? A
side-chapel called the Chapel of the Epiphany, with a stained-glass
window representing the Wise Men opening their treasures and offering
their gifts to the Infant Saviour."
"Were there three Wise Men?" asked Diana. For some reason, her lips were
trembling.
David smiled. "Yes, there were three. Mrs. Churchwarden Smith would have
considered her opinion triumphantly vindicated. But, do you know, that
little chapel was such a holy place. I knelt there and prayed that I
might live to see the completion and consecration of our 'Church of the
Holy Star.'"
Diana drew on her gloves, and slipped her hands back into her muff.
"Where did you kneel, David? I will make a pilgrimage to Canterbury, and
kneel there too."
"It wasn't Canterbury," said David gently. "It was Winchester. I knelt
at the altar rail; right in the middle."
"I will go there," said Diana. "And I will kneel where you knelt,
David."
"Do," said David, simply. "That little chapel meant a lot to me."
They had turned out of York Road, and plunged into the dark subway
leading up to the main station at Waterloo.
Diana lifted her muff to her lips, and looked at David over it, with
starry eyes.
"Shall you remember sometimes, David, when you are so far away, that I
am making pilgrimages, and doing these things which you have done?"
"Of course I shall," said David. "Why, here we are; with plenty of time
to spare."
He saw Diana to their reserved compartment in the boat train; then went
off to the cloak-room to find his luggage.
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