Memories of his mother came surging back upon him, and of all her
goodness and all she had taught him. She had had a mighty, simple trust
in the goodness of God, and had passed it on to her boy, though his
rough contact with the world had overworn it all to some extent.
Still, it was all there, and now it all came back to him through the
hopeful twinkling eyes of those innumerable stars.
"Have courage and hope!" they sang; and though all his little world,
save those two or three who knew him best, was against him, he stood
there with his face turned up to the stars, and believed in his heart
that all would yet be well.
And when at last he turned back to things of earth, he found the stars
still twinkling in the sea, as though they would not let him go even
though he gave up looking at them. They gleamed and glanced in the
smooth-rolling waves till the deep seemed sown with phosphorescence, as
on that night in Grand Greve; the night Nance came upon him so suddenly
in the dark and he went on with her to get Grannie's medicine.
Was it possible that that blessed night, that terrible night, was barely
forty-eight hours old? So much had happened since then, such incredible
things! It seemed weeks ago.
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