NEW LIGHT UPON DARK PLACES When the long, wakeful night was over, and the doctor gone, Frowenfeld seated himself to record his usual observations of the weather; but his mind was elsewhere--here, there, yonder.

There are understandings that expand, not imperceptibly hour by hour, but as certain flowers do, by little explosive ruptures, with periods of quiescence between.

After this night of experiences it was natural that Frowenfeld should find the circumference of his perceptions consciously enlarged.

The daylight shone, not into his shop alone, but into his heart as well.

The face of Aurora, which had been the dawn to him before, was now a perfect sunrise, while in pleasant timeliness had come in this Apollo of a Honore Grandissime.