to him. He glanced about as though expecting to behold the beloved figure of his mother still there. But of course he was alone in the room. Once more she had come to him in dreams. But this time the dream was real. She had bade him awaken and now he could see. She had watched over him, guided his path since childhood and now she had led him to the light.
Steinlin had said that it was possible that some day he might get his sight back. Science could do nothing but mother-love is the greatest force in the world. It can and often does accomplish miracles. Scobee refused to think of his returned vision as purely a natural phenomenon. His mother had been in that room, just as she had always been in the house, just as she had been on the battlefield of France. On the air there still lingered a suggestion of old lavender.
Almost on tiptoe as though he were leaving a sacred place he stole from the room and up the old attic stairs. For a moment he stopped
and sat on the lower step even as a child he
