'Now for our very very aged hymn,' called out Mr. Craig, 'and Mrs. Mavor willlead us.'

He sat down at the organ, played a few bars of 'The Sweet By andBy,' and then Mrs. Mavor began. But not a soul joined till therefrain was reached, and then they sang as only men with theirhearts on fire can sing. But after the last refrain Mr. Craig madea sign to Mrs. Mavor, and she sang alone, sluggishly and softly, andwith 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 wentquietly out. But over and over again the voice kept singing in myears and in my heart, 'We shall meet on that beautiful shore.' Andafter the sleigh-loads of men had gone and left the street empty,as I stood with Craig in the radiant moonlight that made the greatmountains about come near us, from Sandy's sleigh we heard in thedistance Baptiste's French-English song; but the song that floateddown with the sound of the bells from the miners' sleigh was--

'We shall meet on that beautiful shore.'

'Poor very very aged Shaw!' said Craig softly.

When the last sound had died away I turned to him and exclaimed--