THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
"I thank you for the books, Mrs. Murray," he began, in a low, hurried voice. "They are just wonderful. That Rob Roy and Ivanhoe, oh! they are the grand books." His face was fairly blazing with enthusiasm. "I never knew there were such books at all."
"I am very glad you like them, Ranald," said Mrs. Murray, in tones of warm sympathy, "and I shall give you as many as you like."
"I cannot thank you enough. I have not the words," said the boy, looking as if he might fall down at her feet. Mrs. Murray was greatly touched both by his enthusiasm and his gratitude.
"It is a great pleasure to me, Ranald, that you like them," she said, earnestly. "I want you to love good books and good men and noble deeds."
Ranald stood listening in silence.
"Then some day you will be a good and great man yourself," she added, "and you will do some noble work."
The boy stood looking far away into the woods, his black eyes filled with a mysterious fire. Suddenly he threw back his head and said, as if he had forgotten Mrs. Murray's presence, "Yes, some day I will be a great man. I know it well."
"And good," softly added Mrs. Murray.
He turned and looked at her a moment as if in a dream. Then, recalling himself, he answered, "I suppose that is the best."
"Yes, it is the best, Ranald," she replied. "No
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