THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
blessing of God. You will promise me this, Ranald?" said Macdonald Dubh.
"Yes, father," said Ranald, lifting his head, and looking into his father's face.
"And, Ranald, you, too, will be forgiving him?" But to this there was no reply. Ranald's head was buried in the bed.
"Ah," said Macdonald Dubh, with difficulty, "you are your father's son; but you will not be laying this bitterness upon me now. You will be forgiving him, Ranald?"
"Oh, father!" cried Ranald, with a breaking voice, "how can I forgive him? How can I forgive the man who has taken you away from me?"
"It is no man," replied his father, "but the Lord himself; the Lord who has forgiven your father much. I am waiting to hear you, Ranald."
Then, with a great sob, Ranald broke forth: "Oh, father, I will forgive him," and immediately became quiet, and so continued to the end.
After some moments of silence, Macdonald Dubh looked once more toward the minister's wife, and a radiant smile spread over his face.
"You will be finishing," he said.
Her face was wet with tears, and for a few moments she could not speak. But it was no time to fail in duty, so, commanding her tears, with a clear, unwavering voice she went on to the end of the prayer—
"For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen."
"Glory!" said Macdonald Dubh after her. "Aye,
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