the lads from the Oa cam'
doon, a' McDonalds to a man, an' ye could hear the fechtin' ower on the
Tenth. Man, yon Murphys were a bad lot!"

Duncan's eyes shone. He was leading up skilfully to his happy
disclosure. "Yes, the times would be bad, but Mr. McAlpine came, and
the revival came. He would be the man of God indeed, and it would be
jist prayer that brought him, and it would be prayer that brought the
church and Mr. Cameron among us."

"Aye, aye, Duncan; when we remember all the way He has led us, we
shouldna' lose faith."

There was a pause and Duncan began again with an effort. It was always
difficult for him to open his heart, even to the comrade of his youth.
"I would be praying all these years for something, Andra, and it would
seem almost too great, but the Father would be answering me. Oh, yes,
He would be kinder than we can ever know."

His friend turned and looked at him sharply, and noticed for the first
time the unusual radiance of his face. "Aye?" he inquired. "It would
be aboot Betsey's lads."

Duncan nodded, his face aglow. "Donal'."

"An' what aboot him?"

"He would be studying so hard when I sent him to the school that now I
will be sending him to college next fall, an' I will be praying
that----" He faltered, almost fearing to put his great hope into words.

Andrew Johnstone paused in his walk and stared. He knew Duncan had
been long nursing a great ambition for his eldest nephew and had been
educating him at his own expense towards that end, but he could not
believe it was to be fulfilled.

"He'll no be thinkin' o' bein' a meenister?" he inquired, failing to
keep his utter astonishment out of his tone.

Duncan nodded, his eyes shining. "He would not be jist promising me
yet, for Donal' says he will not be worthy, and the lad is right, for
it will be a high calling. But he would not be refusing me when I
asked him, and he will be going to Toronto in the fall, and surely the
Lord will touch the lad's heart----" He was off in a happy day-dream
again, a dream wherein his nephew stood in Glenoro pulpit when their
aged minister laid down the work.

Andrew Johnstone did not answer for some minutes. He hesitated to
disturb his friend's airy castles, but in his estimation there was no
material in any of the youth of Glenoro for the making of a minister,
much less in Duncan's eldest nephew. For one thing, the young man was
far too intimate with his own son.

"Ah houp it'll be