But I flatter myself
that my letters to friends who were of importance in that congregation
were not without influence, for I was of the mind that the man who could
handle Black Rock miners as he could was ready for something larger than
a mountain mission. That he would refuse I had not imagined, though I
ought to have known him better. He was but little troubled over it. He
went with the call and the letters urging his acceptance to Mrs. Mavor.
I was putting the last touches to some of my work in the room at the
back of Mrs. Mavor's house when he came in. She read the letters and the
call quietly, and waited for him to speak.
'Well?' he said; 'should I go?'
She started, and grew a little pale. His question suggested a
possibility that had not occurred to her. That he could leave his work
in Black Rock she had hitherto never imagined; but there was other work,
and he was fit for good work anywhere. Why should he not go? I saw the
fear in her face, but I saw more than fear in her eyes, as for a moment
or two she let them rest upon Craig's face.
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