164 A DOG OF FLANDERS.

paleness of his face. “I have seen
them at last!” he cried aloud. “O
God, it is enough!”

His limbs failed under him, and
he sank upon his knees, still gazing
upward at the majesty that he adored.
For a few brief moments the light
illumined the divine visions that had
been denied to him so long, — light
clear and sweet and strong as though
it streamed from the throne of
Heaven. Then suddenly it passed
away: once more a great darkness

‘covered the face of Christ.

The arms of the boy drew close
again the body of the dog. “We
shall see His face — there,” he mur-
mured ; “and He will not part us, I
think.”