You know I am a man of the world, but an act
of ministry like this touches me closely."
"No, Graydon; not a good angel, but a very human creature was the
watcher."
"Tell me about it--that is, continue the story from the point where
Mary left off;" and he explained about Mrs. Muir's account of the
previous evening.
"Well, you know what a wilful creature I am?" she began, with the
glimmer of a smile.
"Oh, yes; I've learned to understand that feature of your royal
womanhood. You are trying to be a woman, Madge. Well, you are one--the
kind I believe in. See how much faith I have--I believe, yet don't
understand."
"No jesting or compliments this morning, please; I'm too heavy-hearted
for them now."
"You ought to be serene and happy after so kind and good a deed."
"No," she said, decisively; "that sympathy must be superficial which
can pass almost immediately into self-complacency. Oh, Graydon, it is
all so sad, yet not sad; so passing strange, yet as natural and true
as life and death! I did sit for hours just as you imagined, looking
out on the great, still mountains. Never did they seem so vast
and stable, and our life so vapor-like, as when I heard that poor
fluttering breath come and go at my side.
Pages:
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323
324
325
326
327
328
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338