ulders above the people, and there came to his mind the
words spoken by the Lord to Samuel, "Behold the man whom I spoke to
thee of!" This was the man of promise, the man of his dreams.

The very air of the church seemed electric as the young minister opened
the Bible and began his sermon. The earnest for the future contained
in the text thrilled Duncan's soul, "For I am determined to know
nothing among you, save Jesus Christ and him crucified." "Nothing but
Jesus Christ and him crucified!" Duncan Polite repeated the words to
himself again and again. Ah, what a transformation was coming over his
glen, what a glorious fulfilment of his covenant--"Nothing but Jesus
Christ!"

The discourse surpassed even their expectations. It was a fine sermon,
sound enough in doctrine to suit the ruling elder and brilliant enough
in delivery to keep Syl Todd awake. Indeed, Miss Cotton declared
afterwards that it was the cleverest sermon she ever listened to, for
she didn't understand more than half of it.

But Glenoro's literary attainments were not represented by Eliza
Cotton. The bulk of the congregation carried the sermon to their homes
to discuss it until another one came, and Duncan and Andrew stood so
long at the former's gate, going carefully over it point by point, that
they forgot time and place and were almost late for Sabbath school.

After the service the congregation pressed about their new pastor,
welcoming him with hearty handshakes. He went down the aisle in his
free, kindly manner, grasping the outstretched hands, and almost
overcome by the tearful greeting from the old people. His own eyes
were moist when at last he was able to get away and out into the
street. The people stood crowding the steps to watch him pass up the
hill accompanied by the precentor. Mrs. McNabb had been a school
teacher in her younger days, and on account of this distinction the
McNabb household was the recognised stopping place for any genteel
visitor in the Glen. Consequently, they had the honour of boarding the
minister, and, as he walked out of the gate and up the road, the McNabb
family moved reverently in his wake, resplendent in his reflected glory.

For the next two days after that happy Sabbath, Duncan Polite moved
about in a radiant dream. He was waiting in childlike faith for the
blessings which were to descend. His whole thought was turned upon
Donald. Here was the man to influence him and bring him to a sense of
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