Sometimes when those beams of light show in the sky they are very awful.

They remind you that up there sits Jehovah, the jealous God, the Almighty, Whose eye is upon you, ever watchful, never weary.

You remember that at His coming the whole earth will shake into one ruined graveyard; the cold, bright angels will drive you this way and that, and there will be no time to explain what could be explained so simply...

But to-night it seemed to Linda there was something infinitely joyful and loving in those silver beams.

And now no sound came from the sea.