THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
Then Maimie drew nearer. "How is auntie?" she said. "What a shame not to have asked before!"
"She was very well last fall," said Ranald, looking keenly into Maimie's face; "but she is working too hard at the meetings."
"Meetings!" exclaimed Harry.
"Aye, for a year and more she has been at them every night till late."
"At meetings for a year! What meetings?" cried Harry, astonished.
"Oh, Harry, you know about the great revival going on quite well," said Maimie.
"Oh, yes. I forgot. What a shame! What is the use of her killing herself that way?"
"There is much use," said Ranald, gravely. "They are making bad men good, and the whole countryside is new, and she is the heart of it all."
"I have no doubt about that," said Mr. St. Clair. "She will be the head and heart and hands and feet."
"You're just right, governor," said Harry, warmly. "There is no woman living like Aunt Murray."
There was silence for a few moments. Then Mr. St. Clair said suddenly: "We are in an awful fix here. Not a man to be found that we can depend upon for book-keeper, clerk, or checker."
Harry coughed slightly.
"Oh, of course, Harry is an excellent book-keeper," Harry bowed low; "while he is at it," added Mr. St. Clair.
"Very neat one," murmured the lieutenant.
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