THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
the lonely man. After a time she said gently, "She is better off."
A look of doubt and pain and fear came into Macdonald's eyes.
"She never came forward," he said, hesitatingly. "She was afraid to come."
"I have heard of her often, Mr. Macdonald, and I have heard that she was a good and gentle woman."
"Aye, she was that."
"And kind to the sick."
"You may believe it."
"And she loved the house of God."
"Aye, and neither rain nor snow nor mud would be keeping her from it, but she would be going every Sabbath day, bringing her stockings with her."
"Her stockings?"
"Aye, to change her feet in the church. What else? Her stockings would be wet with the snow and water."
Mrs. Murray nodded. "And she loved her Saviour, Mr. Macdonald."
"Indeed, I believe it well, but she was afraid she would not be having 'the marks.'"
"Never you fear, Mr. Macdonald," said Mrs. Murray. "If she loved her Saviour she is with him now."
He turned around to her and lifted himself eagerly on his elbow. "And do you really think that?" he said, in a voice subdued and anxious.
"Indeed I do," said Mrs. Murray, in a tone of certain conviction.
Macdonald sank back on his pillow, and after a
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