It shone from a window of the low second
story. It came from her window and her room. Doubtless she was
thinking at that very moment of him. His throat ached and tears came
into his eyes. The light, clear and red, shone steadily from the window
and made a band across the lawn.
He picked a handful of sand from the walk that led to the front door
and threw it against the window. He knew that she was brave and would
respond, but waiting only a moment or two he threw a second handful
fully and fairly against the glass.
The lower half of the window was thrown open and a head appeared,
where the moonlight fell clearly upon it. It was the head of a
beautiful woman, framed in thick, silken yellow hair, the eyes deep blue,
and the skin of the wonderful fairness so often found in that state.
The face was that of a woman about thirty-seven or eight years of age,
and without a wrinkle or flaw.
"Mother!" called Dick in a low voice as he stepped from the shadow of
the pillar.
There was a cry and the face disappeared like a flash from the window.
But he had only a few moments to wait. Her swift feet brought her from
the room, down the stairway, and along the hall to the door, which she
threw open. The next instant Mrs. Mason had her son in her arms.
"Oh, Dick, Dicky, boy, how did you come!" she exclaimed. "You were here
under my window, and I did not even know that you were alive!"
Her tears of joy fell upon his face and he was moved profoundly.
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