It was all rough and shapeless now."
"What had worn the stone so?" asked Daisy.
"The weather — the heat and the cold, and the rain, and the
dew."
"But it must have taken a great while?"
"A very great while. Their names were forgotten — nobody knew
whose monument or what church had been there."
"More than a hundred years?" asked Nora.
"It had been many hundred."
"Oh, Duke!"
"What's the matter? Don't you believe that people died many
hundred years ago?"
"Yes; but —"
"And they had monuments erected to them, and they thought
their names would live forever; but these names were long
gone, and the very stone over their grave was going. While I
sat there, thinking about them, and wondering what sort of
people they were in their lifetime, the sun, which had been
behind a tree, got lower, and the beams came striking across
the stone and brightening up those poor old worn heads and
hands of what had been statues. And with that the words rushed
into my head, and they have never got out since, — '_Then_ shall
the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their
Father.' "
"When, Mr. Dinwiddie?" said Daisy, after a timid silence.
"When the King comes!" said the young man, still looking off
to the glowing west, — "the time when He will put away out of
His kingdom all things that offend Him.
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