'
'I know,' I said, and I saw again the picture of the old man under the
pine, upon his knees in the snow, with his face turned up to the stars.
'Whatever it was, it was in his mind at the very last, and I can never
forget his face as he turned it to Craig. One hears of such things:
I had often, but had never put much faith in them; but joy, rapture,
triumph, these are what were in his face, as he said, his breath coming
short, "You said--He wouldn't--fail me--you were right--not once--not
once--He stuck to me--I'm glad he told me--thank God--for you--you
showed--me--I'll see Him--and--tell Him--" And Craig, kneeling beside
him so steady--I was behaving like a fool--smiled down through his
streaming tears into the dim eyes so brightly, till they could see no
more. Thank him for that! He helped the old man through, and he helped
me too, that night, thank God!' And Graeme's voice, hard till now, broke
in a sob.
He had forgotten us, and was back beside his passing friend, and all his
self-control could not keep back the flowing tears.
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