The verse of a favorite psalm was running through Lois Boynton's
mind, and in a moment the words came clearly, as she opened her
eyes, lifted her hands, and touched the bowed heads. "Let the
house of Aaron now say that his mercy endureth forever!" she
said, slowly and reverently; and Ivory, with all his heart,
responded, "Amen!"
XXXIII
AARON'S ROD
"IVORY! IVORY!"
Ivory stirred in a sleep that had been troubled by too great
happiness. To travel a dreary path alone, a path leading
seemingly nowhere, and then suddenly to have a companion by one's
side, the very sight of whom enchanted the eye, the very touch of
whom delighted the senses--what joy unspeakable! Who could sleep
soundly when wakefulness brought a train of such blissful
thoughts?
"Ivory! Ivory!"
He was fully awake now, for he knew his mother's voice. In all
the years, ever thoughtful of his comfort and of the constant
strain upon his strength, Lois had never wakened her son at
night.
"Coming, mother, coming!" he said, when he realized she was
calling him; and hastily drawing on some clothing, for the night
was bitterly cold, he came out of his room and saw his mother
standing at the foot of the stairway, with a lighted candle in
her hand.
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