Part 40 (2/2)

Wednesday caain

”Andrew,” called the aret?”

”Give me a drink of water,” came a husky voice from behind the door

A saucer of cold water was passed under the door to hierly

”Will you talk to Margaret, Andrew?”

”No!” snapped the old fellow And back again he dropped into silence

Still another day and the performance was repeated Still Andrew Clark reed and prayed on her knees for his release

”We will give him one more day,” said the minister, ”and then, if it is God's will, ill release him and take the consequences of our acts”

On the Friday afternoon, we made e considered would be our last trip

Dour, stubborn, old man! It looked as if he were about to beat us after all, for we could not afford to injure his health, no matter what the reason for it As it e had broken the law of the land and ere liable to punishment at the hands of the law

The Rev Willia fartime, knocked at the solid door once more

”Andrew! Andrew!” he cried, ”for God's sake, be a man”

He had the key to the door in his hand, ready to open it

Suddenly, a broken voice caet!”

”Do you wish to speak to her, Andrew?”

”Bringvoice

I brought the dear old wo with anxiety and suspense

Willia in the middle of the floor, with a look on his face that I had never seen there before,--a look of holy tenderness He held out his arms to the white-haired old lady, who tottered forward to et!” he cried huskily, as tears blinded his sight He caught her and crushed her to hiht brokenly

”Andrew! Andrew!--don't, lad,--oh! don't”

She laid her head on his breast and sobbed in utter content, as he stroked her hair

”It's been ten year o' hell for et: ten year o' hell for us both,” he went on, ”but God has spoken to er and thirst My lass, my lass;--my own, dear, patient lass”