CHAPTER XXIII.
A STRANGE DEPARTURE.
The old home rose coldly gray 'gainst the darkness
of a threatening sky. But yesterday the scene
had been one of almost unearthly sweetness and
placidity. Ideal summer seemed to have enthroned
herself never more to be dislodged, but the morrow
brought a storm, phenomenal in its force and
destructiveness.
At first one could see, away to the west, but a broad gash of crimson, a seeming wound in the breast of heaven, and could scarcely hear the rising wind moan sobbingly through the trees that with knotted roots clung undisturbed to their vantage ground. Electricity, very like an uplifted dagger, kept piercing with sharp glitter the density of the low hanging haze. Gradually the wind increased, and soon, with fierce gusts, shook the trees with shuddering anxiety. An appalling crash of thunder followed almost instantly, its deep boom vibrating
