throats came deep and strong the words, 'By God's help, I will.'

At this point Mrs. Mavor, whom I had quite forgotten, put her hand on
my arm. 'Go and tell him,' she panted, 'I want them to come on Thursday
night, as they used to in the other days--go--quick,' and she almost
pushed me out. I gave Craig her message. He held up his hand for
silence.

'Mrs. Mavor wishes me to say that she will be glad to see you all, as in
the old days, on Thursday evening; and I can think of no better place to
give formal expression to our pledge of this night'

There was a shout of acceptance; and then, at some one's call, the long
pent-up feelings of the crowd found vent in three mighty cheers for Mrs.
Mavor.

'Now for our old hymn,' called out Mr. Craig, 'and Mrs. Mavor will lead
us.'

He sat down at the organ, played a few bars of 'The Sweet By and By,'
and then Mrs. Mavor began. But not a soul joined till the refrain was
reached, and then they sang as only men with their hearts on fire can
sing. But after the last refrain Mr. Craig made a sign to Mrs. Mavor,
and she sang alone, slowly and softly, and with eyes looking far away--

'In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.'

There was no benediction--there seemed no need; and the men went quietly
out. But over and over again the voice kept singing in my ears and in