de of mind, the sympathy with doubt,
and above all, the sweet and tender pathos that filled her voice, sent
the class away humbled, subdued, comforted, and willing to wait the day
of clearer light. Not that they were done with Pharaoh and his untoward
fate; that occupied them for many a day.

The class was closed with prayer and singing. As a kind of treat, the
last singing was a hymn and they stood up to sing it. It was Perronet's
great hymn sung to old Coronation, and when they came to the refrain,
"Crown him Lord of all," the very rafters of the little church rang with
the mighty volume of sound. The Bible class always closed with a
great outburst of singing, and as a rule, Ranald went out tingling and
thrilling through and through. But tonight, so deeply was he exercised
with the unhappy doom of the unfortunate king of Egypt, from which,
apparently, there was no escape, fixed as it was by the Divine decree,
and oppressed with the feeling that the same decree would determine the
course of his life, he missed his usual thrill. He was walking off by
himself in a perplexed and downcast mood, avoiding every one, even
Don, and was nearly past the minister's gate when Hughie, excited and
breathless, caught up to him and exclaimed: "Oh, Ranald, was not that
splendid? Man, I like to hear John 'Aleck' sing 'Crown him' that way.
And I say," he continued, "mother wants you to come in."

Then all at once Ranald remembered the young man who had behaved so
disgracefully in church.

"No," he said, firmly, "I must be hurrying home. The cows will be to
milk yet."

"Oh, pshaw! you must come," pleaded Hughie. "We will have some singing.
I want you to sing bass. Perhaps John 'Aleck' will come in." This was
sheer guessing, but it was good bait. But the young man with "his head
split in the middle" would be there, and perhaps Maimie would be "going
on," with him as she did in the Bible class.

"You will tell your mother I could not come," he said. "Yankee and
father are both out, and there will be no one at home."

"Well, I think you are pretty mean," said Hughie, grievously
disappointed. "I wanted you to come in, and mother wanted Cousin Harry
to see you."

"Cousin Harry?"

"Yes; Maimie's brother came last night, you know, and Maimie is going
back with him in two weeks."

"Maimie's brother. Well, well, is that the nice-looking fellow that sat
by you?"

"Huh-huh, he is awful nice, and mother wanted--"

"Indeed he looks it,