more I will
be blessing you." And then he added, in a voice full of tenderness,
"I will be telling her about you." He took Mrs. Murray's hand and
tremblingly lifted it to his lips.

"It has been a great joy to me," said Mrs. Murray, with difficulty
steadying her voice, "to see you come to your Saviour, Mr. Macdonald."

"Aye, I know it well," he said; and then he added, in a voice that sank
almost to a whisper, "Now you will be reading the prayer." And Mrs.
Murray, opening her Gaelic Bible, repeated in her clear, soft voice, the
words of the Lord's Prayer. Through all the petitions he followed her,
until he came to the words, "Forgive us our debts." There he paused.

"Ranald, my man," he said, raising his hand with difficulty and laying
it upon the boy's head, "you will listen to me now. Some day you will
find the man that brought me to this, and you will say to him that your
father forgave him freely, and wished him all the blessing of God. You
will promise me this, Ranald?" said Macdonald Dubh.

"Yes, father," said Ranald, lifting his head, and looking into his
father's face.

"And, Ranald, you, too, will be forgiving him?" But to this there was no
reply. Ranald's head was buried in the bed.

"Ah," said Macdonald Dubh, with difficulty, "you are your father's son;
but you will not be laying this bitterness upon me now. You will be
forgiving him, Ranald?"

"Oh, father!" cried Ranald, with a breaking voice, "how can I forgive
him? How can I forgive the man who has taken you away from me?"

"It is no man," replied his father, "but the Lord himself; the Lord who
has forgiven your father much. I am waiting to hear you, Ranald."

Then, with a great sob, Ranald broke forth: "Oh, father, I will forgive
him," and immediately became quiet, and so continued to the end.

After some moments of silence, Macdonald Dubh looked once more toward
the minister's wife, and a radiant smile spread over his face.

"You will be finishing," he said.

Her face was wet with tears, and for a few moments she could not speak.
But it was no time to fail in duty, so, commanding her tears, with a
clear, unwavering voice she went on to the end of the prayer--

"For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever.
Amen."

"Glory!" said Macdonald Dubh after her. "Aye, the Glory. Ranald, my boy,
where are you? You will be following me, lad, to the Glory. SHE will be
asking me about you. You will be following me, lad?"

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