firesides； and the bonnie sparklin' glosses； as it is wi' puir
Billy； ay； it's then ye need a man wi' a guid grup beside ye。'
'What do you do then； Geordie？' I asked。
'Oo ay； I juist gang for a bit walk wi' the lad； and then pits the
kettle on an' maks a cup o' tea or coffee； an' aff he gangs tae
sleep like a bairn。'
'Poor Billy；' I said pityingly； 'there's no hope for him in the
future； I fear。'
'Hoot awa； man；' said Geordie quickly。 'Ye wadna keep oot a puir
cratur frae creepin' in； that's daein' his best？'
'But； Geordie；' I remonstrated； 'he doesn't know anything of the
doctrines。 I don't believe he could give us 〃The Chief End of
Man。〃'
'An' wha's tae blame for that？' said Geordie； with fine
indignation。 'An' maybe you remember the prood Pharisee and the
puir wumman that cam' creepin' in ahint the Maister。'
The mingled tenderness and indignation in Geordie's face were
beautiful to see； so I meekly answered； 'Well； I hope Mr。 Craig
won't be too strict with the boys。'
Geordie shot a suspicious glance at me； but I kept my face like a
summer morn； and he replied cautiously
'Ay； he's no' that streect： but he maun exerceese discreemination。'
Geordie was none the less determined； however； that Billy should
'come forrit'； but as to the manager； who was a member of the
English Church； and some others who had been confirmed years ago；
and had forgotten much and denied more； he was extremely doubtful；
and expressed himself in very decided words to the minister
'Ye'll no' be askin' forrit thae Epeescopawlyun buddies。 They
juist ken naething ava。'
But Mr。 Craig looked at him for a moment and said； 〃Him that cometh
unto Me I will in no wise cast out；〃' and Geordie was silent；
though he continued doubtful。
With all these somewhat fantastic features； however； there was no
mistaking the earnest spirit of the men。 The meetings grew larger
every night； and the interest became more intense。 The singing
became different。 The men no longer simply shouted； but as Mr。
Craig would call attention to the sentiment of the hymn； the voices
would attune themselves to the words。 Instead of encouraging
anything like emotional excitement； Mr。 Craig seemed to fear it。
'These chaps are easily stirred up；' he would say； 'and I am
anxious that they should know exactly what they are doing。 It is
far too serious a business to trifle with。'
Although Graeme did not go downstairs to the meetings； he could not
but feel the throb of the emotion beating in the heart of the
community。 I used to detail for his benefit； and sometimes for his
amusement； the incidents of each night。 But I never felt quite
easy in dwelling upon the humorous features in Mrs。 Mavor's
presence； although Craig did not appear to mind。 His manner with
Graeme was perfect。 Openly anxious to win him to his side； he did
not improve the occasion and vex him with exhortation。 He would
not take him at a disadvantage； though； as I afterwards found； this
was not his sole reason for his method。 Mrs。 Mavor； too； showed
herself in wise and tender light。 She might have been his sister；
so frank was she and so openly affectionate； laughing at his
fretfulness and soothing his weariness。
Never were better comrades than we four； and the bright days
speeding so swiftly on drew us nearer to one another。
But the bright days came to an end； for Graeme； when once he was
able to go about； became anxious to get back to the camp。 And so
the last day came； a day I remember well。 It was a bright； crisp
winter day。
The air was shimmering in the frosty light。 The mountains； with
their shining heads piercing through light clouds into that
wonderful blue of the western sky； and their feet pushed into the
pine masses； gazed down upon Black Rock with calm； kindly looks on
their old grey faces。 How one grows to love them； steadfast old
friends！ Far up among the pines we could see the smoke of the
engine at the works； and so still and so clear was the mountain air
that we could hear the puff of the steam； and from far down the
river the murmur of the rapids。 The majestic silence； the tender
beauty； the peace； the loneliness； too； came stealing in upon us；
as we three； leaving Mrs。 Mavor behind us； marched arm…in…arm down
the street。 We had not gone far on our way； when Graeme； turning
round； stood a moment looking back； then waved his hand in
farewell。 Mrs。 Mavor was at her window； smiling and waving in
return。 They had grown to be great friends these two； and seemed
to have arrived at some understanding。 Certainly； Graeme's manner
to her was not that he bore to other women。 His half…quizzical；
somewhat superior air of mocking devotion gave place to a simple；
earnest； almost tender； respect； very new to him； but very winning。
As he stood there waving his farewell； I glanced at his face and
saw for a moment what I had not seen for years； a faint flush on
Graeme's cheek and a light of simple； earnest faith in his eyes。
It reminded me of my first look of him when he had come up for his
matriculation to the 'Varsity。 He stood on the campus looking up at
the noble old pile； and there was the same bright； trustful；
earnest look on his boyish face。
I know not what spirit possessed me； it may have been the pain of
the memory working in me； but I said； coarsely enough； 'It's no
use； Graeme； my boy； I would fall in love with her myself； but
there would be no chance even for me。'
The flush slowly darkened as he turned and said deliberately
'It's not like you； Connor； to be an ass of that peculiar kind。
Love！not exactly！ She won't fall in love unless' and he
stopped abruptly with his eyes upon Craig。
But Craig met him with unshrinking gaze； quietly remarking； 'Her
heart is under the pines'； and we moved on； each thinking his own
thoughts； and guessing at the thoughts of the others。
We were on our way to Craig's shack； and as we passed the saloon
Slavin stepped from the door with a salutation。 Graeme paused。
'Hello； Slavin！ I got rather the worst of it； didn't I？'
Slavin came near； and said earnestly； 'It was a dirty thrick
altogether； you'll not think it was moine； Mr。 Graeme。'
'No； no； Slavin！ you stood up like a man；' said Graeme cheerfully。
'And you bate me fair； an' bedad it was a nate one that laid me
out； an' there's no grudge in me heart till ye。'
'All right； Slavin； we'll perhaps understand each other better
after this。'
'An' that's thrue for yez； sor； an' I'll see that your byes don't
get any more than they ask for；' replied Slavin； backing away。
'And I hope that won't be much；' put in Mr。 Craig； but Slavin only
grinned。
When we came to Craig's shack Graeme was glad to rest in the big
chair。
Craig made him a cup of tea； while I smoked； admiring much the deft
neatness of the minister's housekeeping； and the gentle； almost
motherly； way he had with Graeme。
In our talk we drifted into the future； and Craig let us see what
were his ambitions。 The railway was soon to come； the resources
were； as yet； unexplored； but enough was known to assure a great
future for British Columbia。 As he talked his enthusiasm grew； and
carried us away。 With the eye of a general he surveyed the
country； fixed the strategic points which the Church must seize
upon。 Eight good men would hold the country from Fort Steele to
the coast； and from Kootenay to Cariboo。
'The Church must be in with the railway； she must have a hand in
the shaping of the country。 If society crystallises without her
influence； the country is lost； and British Columbia will be
another trap…door to the bottomless pit。'
'What do you propose？' I asked。
'Organising a little congregation here in Black Rock。'
'How many will you get？'
'Don't know。'
'Pretty hopeless business；' I said。
'Hopeless！ hopeless！' he cried； 'there were only twelve of us at
first to follow Him； and rather a poor lot they were。 But He
braced them up； and they conquered the world。'
'But surely things are different；' said Graeme。
'Things？ Yes！ yes！ But He is the same。' His face had an exalted
look； and his eyes were gazing into far…away places。
'A dozen men in Black Rock with some real grip of Him would make
things go。 We'll get them； too；' he went on in growing excitement。
'I believe in my soul we'll get them。'
'Look here； Craig； if you organise I'd like to join；' said Graeme
impulsively。 'I don't believe much in your creed or your Church；
but I'll be blowed if I don't believe in you。'
Craig looked at him with wistful eyes； and shook his head。 'It
won't do； old chap； you know。 I can't hold you。 You've got to
have a grip of some one better than I am； and then； besides； I
hardly like asking you now'； he hesitated'well； to be out…and…
out； this step must be taken not for my sake； nor for any man's
sake； and I fancy that perhaps you feel like pleasing me just now
a little。'
'That I do； old fellow；' said Graeme； putting out his hand。 'I'll
be hanged if I won't do anything you say。'
'That's why I won't say；' replied Craig。 Then reverently he added；
'the organisation is not mine。 It is my Master's。'
'When are you going to begin？' asked Graeme。
'We shall have our communion service in two weeks； and that will be
our roll…call。'
'How many will answer？' I asked doubtfully。
'I know of three；' he said quietly。
'Three！ There are two hundred miners and one hundred and fifty
lumbermen！ Three！' and Graeme looked at him in amazement。 'You
think it worth while to organise three？'
'Well；' replied Craig； smiling for the first time； 'the
organisation won't be elaborate； but it will be effective； and；
besides； loyalty demands obedience。'
We sat long that afternoon talking； shrinking from the breaking up；
for we knew that we were about to turn down a chapter in our lives
which we should delight to linger over in after days。 And in my
life there is but one brighter。 At last we said good…bye and drove
away； and though many farewells have come in between that day and
this； none is so vividly present to me as that between us three
men。 Craig's manner with me was solemn enough。 '〃He that loveth
his life〃； good…bye； don't fool with this；