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"Yes, he's an honest man, Jessie; I never understood him before."
"He's changed, too," said the girl gravely. "I am sure he will do much good in his new charge."
When they had walked down the leafy street and reached the little churchyard gate a silence fell between them. They had planned this walk before Donald's return, and their thoughts were serious. Together they pa.s.sed around the old white building. The gra.s.s beneath their feet was an intense emerald, and the young, fresh leaves of the woodbine covering the church walls glistened in the light of the fading sunset.
They paused before a new white stone under a tall elm. Donald caught his breath as he stooped to read the lettering in the gathering dusk: "Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright, for the end of that man is peace."
He gazed at it so long that Jessie put out her hand and touched his sleeve in silent sympathy.
"Here is the other one, Don," she whispered. He started and turned.
"Wee Andra and Sandy brought it down this morning. Mr. Johnstone wanted it."
Donald put his hand upon the rough stone that had been Duncan Polite's Bethel. "It was kind of him," he said softly.
They were shut out from the village by the church; the soft gra.s.s of the graveyard was under their feet, the elms with their small, green, fairy-like leaves hung over them, and the river murmured softly at their side. He took her hands in his. "Can't we renew that covenant here, you and I, Jessie, for his sake?" Donald whispered.
"And for the sake of One who suffered more than he did, Don," added the girl gently. And standing together by Duncan Polite's covenant stone they gave their young lives anew to the work that had been his life's aim.
The vow which Donald and Jessie took that day has been fulfilled in the little glen and the memory of Duncan Polite is cherished and his influence abides in many a home of humble piety and simple happiness.
So the Watchman accomplished by his death that which had been denied him in life, and as all knowledge and peace are his, he must surely see of the travail of his soul and be satisfied.
THE END
