I read her story, and I was
not sorry for either of them. But she was too much a woman to show her
heart easily to the man she loved, and her voice was even and calm as
she answered his question.
'Is this a very large congregation?'
'One of the finest in all the East,' I put in for him. 'It will be a
great thing for Craig.'
Craig was studying her curiously. I think she noticed his eyes upon her,
for she went on even more quietly--
'It will be a great chance for work, and you are able for a larger
sphere, you know, than poor Black Rock affords.'
'Who will take Black Rock?' he asked.
'Let some other fellow have a try at it,' I said. 'Why should you waste
your talents here?'
'Waste?' cried Mrs. Mavor indignantly.
'Well, "bury," if you like it better,' I replied.
'It would not take much of a grave for that funeral,' said Craig,
smiling.
'Oh,' said Mrs. Mavor, 'you will be a great man I know, and perhaps you
ought to go now.'
But he answered coolly: 'There are fifty men wanting that Eastern
charge, and there is only one wanting Black Rock, and I don't think
Black Rock is anxious for a change, so I have determined to stay where I
am yet a while.
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