divine in nature, a revelation
that comes only to the true artist:

"Ye gates, lift up your heads on high;
Ye doors that last for aye,
Be lifted up that so the King
Of Glory enter may.
But who is He that is the King
Of Glory? Who is this?
The Lord of Hosts, and none but He
The King of Glory is!"

The minister smiled tenderly, there was a mist before his eyes when he
paused to shake the old man's withered hand.

"Yes, it is a wonderful night, Farquhar," he said. "Truly the heavens
declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth His handiwork."

The old man smiled ecstatically, and after a halting greeting in
English to the minister's wife, dropped into Gaelic. Mrs. Cameron did
not understand the language of her husband's people, and while the two
men conversed she looked about her. Kirsty's house was just beyond the
grove, Isabel might be near. A narrow, dim pathway led from the road
across the woods to the house, an alluring pathway bordered thickly
with firs, and now all in purple shadows, except when occasionally the
golden light sifted through the velvety branches and touched the snow.
Something was moving away down the shadowy aisle. She looked sharply,
it moved out into a lighter space and resolved itself into two figures
going slowly, so very slowly, down the path in the direction of the
Weaver's house. There was no mistaking Isabel's long, grey coat, or
young MacDonald's stalwart figure. They paused at the bars that led
into the yard, they were evidently saying good-night....

Mrs. Cameron did not wait even to take off her bonnet, upon her return
home, before sitting down to write Miss Herbert, of the Grange, a
letter, a letter which evidently alarmed the recipient, for before many
days Miss Isabel packed her trunk with a very sober face and took her
leave.

It was partly this sudden manner of her departure that made Monteith
resolve to visit his friends at Lake Oro. He wanted to see Captain
Herbert on important business--business which, he felt, had been too
long delayed, and besides he was anxious to discover, if possible, what
the people of the Grange had done to offend Ralph on the day he had
taken Isabel home.

That he had been mortally offended by someone Monteith could not help
seeing; but whether by Isabel herself, or another, Scotty's reticence
prevented his discovering.

"I'm going up to the Captain's to-morrow," he remarked casually, as he
sat and smoked by B