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mancipation from that unnecessary vow of hers; to tell him that she had tried to write again--and discovered that she could not. But she did not tell him after all. For that could only hurt and shame him--in the hour of his penitence. So she was silent, and he continued with appealing eagerness. "I haven't been the end of your talent," he repeated. "Don't you realize, dear, that your talent isn't ended at all?" "You mean--Eric?" "Yes, I mean that you've handed on your gift to Eric. And he's going to have the chance I wasn't unselfish enough to let you have. Don't be afraid for him--he's going to have his chance, And he'll know what to do with it! I believe you'll be the mother of a great man--and that Eric will probably be the father of great men. I believe it will go on and on and on--what you are, what you might have done." "But, Ted--Eric is only a child. We cannot be sure yet-- "I believe!" he insisted. "I believe _this_ is to be your work--the work I haven't stopped." And as she listened, there came to her, too, a faith in Ted's prophecy. Her gift would have its fruition in Eric--and perhaps in Eric's sons and his sons' sons. She was granted a vision of a torch passed on from one trustworthy hand to another throughout the years; and beholding that vision, she was aware that nothing she had suffered mattered at all. She could face the stars now with a heart at peace. She could watch the earth's miracles, feeling herself a part of them. From the earth sprang flowers; from her flesh had sprung her son--her son who had been born to carry on the torch. She had created beauty indeed--beauty that would outlive her life in her son's art. Even Peter's image was blurred for her as she beheld her supreme vision. And then she recalled Charlotte's words: "I sometimes question if those of us who catch a glimpse of a happiness perfect and transcendent ever experience the reality. I doubt, in fact, if any reality could stand unimpaired by that vision." Charlotte was mistaken. There were visions which became realities; this final vision of hers would become a reality--and it would be none the less perfect and transcendent for that. Sheila laid her hands on her husband's shoulders. "I'm glad that I've lived!" she said. And again, with a little sob, "Oh, my dear, I'm glad that I've lived!" THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Torch Bearer, by Reina Melcher Marquis
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