Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1902-06-16


maun exerceese Dissemination"
Geordie was none the less determin-
ed. however. that Billy should "come
forrit" but as to the manager, who
was member of the English church,
and some others who had been con-
firmed years ago and had forgotten !
much and denied more. he was eX-
tremely doubtful and expressed him.
self in very decided words to the min
lister:
Yell no be askin' forrit the Epees-
copawlyun buddies. They just ken
naethin' ava"
But Mr. Craig looked at him for
moment and said, "'Him that cometn
unto me l will in nowisC cast OUT >"
and Geordie was silent, though he con-
tinued doubtful.
With all these somewhat fantastic
features, however, there was no mis-
taking the earnest spirit of the men.
The meetings grew larger every night,
and the interest became more intense.
The singing became different. The men
no longer simply shouted, but as Mr..
Craig would call attention to the senti-
ment of the hymn the voices would at
tune themselves to the words. Instead
of encouraging anything like emotional
excitement Mr.. Craig seemed to fear it.
"These chaps are easily stirred up
he would say, land l am anxious that
they should know exactly what they
are doing. 1t is far too serious bust
ness to trifle WITH
Although Graeme did not go down
stairs to the meetings, he could not but
feel the throb of the emotion beating
in the heart of the community. l used
to detail for his benefit and sometimes
for his amusement the incidents of
each night, but | never felt quite easy
in dwelling upon the humorous fea-
lures in Mrs. MAYORS presence, al
though Craig did not appear to mind.
His manner with Graeme was perfect.
Openly anxious to win him to his side,
he did not improve the occasion and
vex him with eXhortation. He would
not take him at a disadvantage,
though, as | afterward found, this was
not his sole reason for his method.
Mrs. Mavor, too, showed herself in
wise and tender light. She might have
been his sister, so frank was she and
so openly affectionate, laughing at his
fretfulness and soothing his WEAKNESS
Never were better comrades than we
four, and the bright days speeding so
swiftly on drew us nearer to one an
other. But the bright days came to
an end, for Graeme, when once he was
able to go about, became anxious to
get back to the camp. And 50 the last
day came, a day | remember well. 1t
was a bright, crisp winter day.
The air was shimmering in the frosty
light. The mountains, with their shin
ing heads piercing through the light
clouds into that wonderful blue of the
western sky and their feet pushed into
the pine masses, gaZed down upon
Black Rock with calm, kindly looks on
their old gray faces. How one grows
| to love them. steadfast old friends!
| Far up among the pines we could see
| the smoke of the engine at the works,
and so still and so clear was the noun
tain air that we could hear the puff of
the steam and from far down the river
the murmur of the rapids. The majes
tic silence, the tender beauty the
peace, the loneliness, too. came steal
ing in upon us as we three, leaving
Mrs. Mavor behind us, marched arm
in arm down the street. We had not
gone far on our way when Graeme
turning round. stood moment looking
back, then waved his hand in farewell
d.
ing and waving in return. They haC
grown to be great friends, these two
and seemed to have arrived at som,
understanding Certainly Graeme'
manner to her was not that he bore t,
other women. His half quiZZical. some
what superior, air of hooking devotion
gave place to a simple. earnest. almoS
tender, respect, very new to him. blu
very winning.
AS he stood there waving his fare
well | glanced at his face and saw 70
a moment what | had not seen TO
years, 4 faint flush on Graeme's chez
and light of simple, earnest faith i
his eyes. 1t reminded me of my frs
look of him when he had come up fo
his naturalization to the varsity. II
stood on the campus looking up at til
/ noble old pile, and there was the sam
b. bright, trustful, earnest look on hi
G bOyish face.
c l know not what spirit possessed N
I it may have been the pain of til
Il memory working in me-but l sal
+ coarsely enough:
a cts no use, Graeme, my boy.
g would fall in love with her myself. b,
G there would be no chance even fl
Il me-
n The flush slowly darkened as
D turned and said deliberately: "
4 ITS not like you, Conner. to be 6
s ass of that peculiar kind. Love! n
= exactly! She won't fall in love u
less And he stopped abruptly. wi
| his eyes upon Craig.
But Craig met him with unshrinkil
1, gaze OI1iptlv rpmarkinp "Her heart