The Man From Glengarry

rizon on either side, for along the great river these many years villages have clustered, with open fields about them stretching far away. But when once the road leaves the Fron

iful in their forest frames. At the nineteenth cross-road the forest gives ground a little, for here the road runs right past the new brick church, which is almost finished, and which will be opened in a few weeks. Beyond the cross, the road leads along the glebe, and about a quarter of a mile beyond the corner there opens upon it the big, heavy gate that the members of the Rev. Alexander Murray's congregation must swing when they wish to visit the manse. The opening of this gate, made of upright poles held by auger-holes in a frame of bigger

ther to come home from one of her many meetings. And on this pa

on the top bar frantically waving his Scotch bonnet by the tails. Down the slope came the pony on the gallop, for she knew well that soon Lambert would have her saddle off,

d Hughie, clambering

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ho's come back fr

bright and very sweet face, with large, serious,

s, ma

can it be?

delightedly. "Try

as most unwilling to get in close enough to the g

, when I get near again. There n

back just behind the saddle, had clutched his mother round th

ie, as Lambert, the French-Canadian man

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er, Macdonald Dubh, and h

interposed the

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, Hughie. Who w

t-awful bad. He was lying down

m, you mea

Yankee-Mr. Latham asked if the minister was ho

tter? Did you se

nounced it), "but dey not

ws. She knew even better than he the life-history of every family in the congregation. Macdonald Dubh had long been

to-morrow," she

at the glow in the sky over the dark forest, which o

ouds, and see the dark shadows pointing out tow

d, "I am just d

want you to notice those clouds and the sky

r. Close to the barn came the pasture-field dotted with huge stumps, then the brule where the trees lay fallen across one another, over which the fire had run, and then the solid wall of forest here and there overtoppe

windows?" cried Hughie, pointing to one of the lofty pin

city are pure gold," s

him all the scenes and stories of the Bible ha

so much better th

I'm just a

What have you got, Jessie,

," who not only ruled in the kitchen, but using the kitche

om the plates of porridge and the piles of pancakes th

after a little talk, Hughie and his baby brother were tucked away safely for th

ere, isolated from all congenial companionship with her own kind, deprived of all the luxuries and of many of the comforts of her young days, and of the mental stimulus of that contact of minds without which few can maintain intellectual life, she gave herself without stint to her husband's people, with never a thought of self-pity or self-praise. By day and by night she labored for her husband and family and for her people, for she thought them hers. She taught the women how to adorn their rude homes, gathered them into Bible classes and sewing circles, where she read and talked and wrought and prayed with them till they grew to adore her as a saint, and to trust her as a leader and friend, and to be a little like her. And not the women only

were crooning softly, and gradually the brave head drooped till between the stitches she fell asleep. But not for

ing. This is no time to com

ere was a mum

t wait until morning. Sh

The minister's wife

. Hughie told me you had come. But yo

feeling much ashamed und

rsty that sent me," sai

ave known better," s

e. Ranald, tell me

" The boy's lip trembled. Then he went on: "And she

s the matte

and he is not right

w was h

d hes

thinking it was some

where did the t

s breast; "and it is s

the saddle on Pony, I sh

was ind

ht. You will send some medicine, a

ter's wife he

ot walking

have th

ll have a fine gallop-tha

urrying away to the stable that he might es

he doctor was twenty miles away. So Mrs. Murray got into her riding-habit, threw her knitted hood over her