Omaha daily bee., 1902-06-01

alike on the communicates, on the servers
Of tables, on the minister and on the holy
bread and wine. While We continued. a
strong sea win had all unperceived
brought up the tide somewhat earlier than
had been anticipated, and the service was
not concluded when from my elevated box
platform / could see the waves dasning
hercely on the little bank Of gravel which
formed the only barrier Of our gravel pit.
l remember that we we're just ending the
days solemn exercises (which had lasted
nearly two hours) when my father, driving
past to the Established church in his car
riAge. stopped the horses and sat awhile
listening grimly to our psalm Of dismission
as II rose and fell stormily to the surge
and swing Of "Kilmarnock."
The floods, Or Lord, have lifted up, they
lifted up their voice,
The floods ave lifted up their waves and
made & mighty noise!
And yet the Lord that is on high is more
a might by far
Than noise of many waters is than great
sea pillows are.
l have often thought what my fathers
thoughts must have been as he sat there
watching the waves beat and the storm
winds descend and the snow drift upon
these hundreds of poor, Uncomfortable
folk, himself dry and snug in his carriage.
Yet, knowing Gregory Glendonwyn as l do.
l cannot help thinking that after all he
half enyied us our driving spray and bat
thing bursts of hail and sleet. 1t was ex-
aetly the sort Of thing he would have loved
to front unblenehing, like a lion that
shakes his name in the face OF his enemies
. .
In the first narrative which at the re-
quest of the editor ! contributed to these
memorials, I told Of old Duncan Grierson
and how he first put me on the track OF
Mr.. Rupert G~lendonwyn the night before
his death-for which / shall ever be CRATE
full to him-in that ! was enabled to catch
the last words of him who was my only
brother after the flesh. and TO learn from
bis own lips that Kate Glendenning was his
wife.
Well. as has been mentioned. Duncan
Grierson was one Of the FIRST whom Mr..
Glendonwyn turned away for adherence to
the outgoing section of the Kirk OF Scot
land. knew nothing Of this till late one
evening when l was sitting in my little
bedroom, which was indeed but a sitting
room study with q camp bed filed away in
the corner.
had walked over a great deal Of the
parish hat day. carrying out my ordinary
congregational visitation-the FIRST l had
made under the altered conditions. l was
tired. and, wishing for l know not what
something that l was little likely 10 get, at
all events-thinking Il doubt mott OF Fairlie
Glendenning and all her sweetness, which
now TO me. who had not spoken to her for
the better part OF a year, seemed more
winsomely inaccessible than ever. / Was
thinking-foolish things, / need not say,
but things which come even into a min
ister's thoughts when they ought TO be
absent from them-ot certain little ways
she had that ! remembered-wAys Of looking
over her shoulder. Of tossing her head back
of tying her hair and swinging her strap
Of books like a great 12-year-old school
girl-Yery unbecoming in a teacher, no
doubt. but somehow strangely cheering TO a
lonely maa to think upon, as It we're. be-
tween sermons. 1t had been arranged with
old Baby that on the nights when l was
busy with my writing ! was to sound on a
little Chinese gong which I had had in my
student days in Davie Deans Houses. Then
Baby would set about preparing e kim OF
well oiled Cruel made with leaves which
she called tea.
Though was not working this night. but
only thinking dreamily, I sounded Il and
almost before the obedient metal had ceased
10 Ehirr the door opened noiseiessly.
Tea. n you please. Bsbby!" / said. wttk-
out onee lifting my eyes from the red glow
Of the nre. my book lying meantime idly
on my lap and the hame on the candles
blowing a little with the draft OF the door.
The door closed. not. however, with the