'Nixon has a team. He will go.' Then he added, 'I wonder if they would
not like me to baptize their little one. Father Goulet and I have
exchanged offices before now. I remember how he came to one of my people
in my absence, when she was dying, read with her, prayed with her,
comforted her, and helped her across the river. He is a good soul, and
has no nonsense about him. Send for me if you think there is need. It
will make no difference to the baby, but it will comfort the mother.'
Nixon was willing enough to go; but when he came to the door Mrs. Mavor
saw the hard look in his face. He had not forgotten his wrong, for day
by day he was still fighting the devil within that Slavin had called to
life. But Mrs. Mavor, under cover of getting him instructions, drew him
into the room. While listening to her, his eyes wandered from one to the
other of the group till they rested upon the little white face in the
crib. She noticed the change in his face.
'They fear the little one will never see the Saviour if it is not
baptized,' she said, in a low tone.
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