There remains
to tell how I found out that he vas made and finished at last.
It was when I went back to see my mother once more and, wandering
about the country of my childhood's memories, had come to the city
of Elsinore. There I fell ill of a fever and lay many weeks in
the house of a friend upon the shore of the beautiful Oeresund.
One day when the fever had left me they rolled my bed into a room
overlooking the sea. The sunlight danced upon the waves, and the
distant mountains of Sweden were blue against the horizon. Ships
passed under full sail up and down the great waterway of the
nations. But the sunshine and the peaceful day bore no message to
me. I lay moodily picking at the coverlet, sick and discouraged
and sore--I hardly knew why myself. Until all at once there sailed
past, close inshore, a ship flying at the top the flag of freedom,
blown out on the breeze till every star in it shone bright and
clear. That moment I knew. Gone were illness, discouragement, and
gloom! Forgotten weakness and suffering, the cautions of doctor
and nurse.
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