The light upon the heavens seemed a signal and a beacon--a promise that the Old Times had passed away forever--a covenant of the New.
And, as the final explosion shattered the Temple of Bondage to wreckage, flung it far into the rushing river and swept it over the leaping, thundering Falls, the news flashed on a thousand wires, to all cities and all lands; and though the mercenaries of the two dead world-masters still might struggle and might strive to beat the toilers back to slavery again, their days were numbered and their powers forever broken.
Together in the doorway of the refuge at Port Colborne, Catherine stood with Gabriel, watching the beacon of liberty upon the heavens.

The light, a halo round her eager face, showed his powerful figure and the smile of triumph in his eyes.

His left arm, broken by the fall in the aeroplane, now rested in a sling.

His right, protecting in its strength, was round the girl.

And as her head found shelter and rest, at length, upon his shoulder, she, too, smiled; and her eyes seemed to see visions in the glory of the sky.
"Visions!" said she, softly, as though voicing a universal thought.