'Corpus Domini nostri
Jesu;'" and, as Father Fabian pronounced the words, he administered the
bread of Eternal Life to the dying man. What could have changed that
dark, repulsive face so entirely, that it looked an image of humility?
Was it death? Was it memory? Or was it the effect of new and divine
influences? It was surely nothing mortal. He lifted his eyes to
Father Fabian's face--then turned them in search of May. She was by
his side in a moment.
"Unworthy--unworthy," he whispered; then they saw his lips moving in
silent and earnest prayer. Dr. Burrell had regarded the whole scene
with interest and awe. The whole scene preached to his inmost soul.
Doctrinal arguments and learned polemics, he could have tilted with,
word for word; but here were facts, and realities and influences, which
disarmed and defied all that was skeptical in his nature. The dying
man--the priest of God--that young and fragile girl, illustrated by
their acts a faith which, though mysterious to him, could be nothing
less than divine; but Father Fabian, ignorant of the thoughts which
were passing, like ripples of light, through his mind, approached, and
asked him in a low voice, "how long he supposed Mr. Stillinghast might
linger?"
"He may live until noon to-morrow," said the doctor.
"He may," said Father Fabian, "but I fear not, however, God's holy will
be done!"
During the night Mr. Stillinghast's mind wandered. May, overcome by
fatigue, had leaned her head on the bed-side, and fallen into a
profound sleep.
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