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Updated: June 5, 2025
Poor Shock could only grasp her hand in mute farewell. It was just dawning upon him that he had some further offering to bring to make his sacrifice complete. "That's the trail. Loon Lake lies yonder." Shock's Convener, who had charge for his Church of this district, stood by the buck-board wheel pointing southwest.
It is for his labours in connection with the formation of the Sustentation Fund, of which he has for many years been convener, that Dr. Buchanan is most prominently known. Indeed, we are not sure but the idea of a Sustentation Fund was entirely his own at least he had a great deal to do with its development.
The Superintendent's P. S. is due to some misunderstanding. I have written him on this matter. We know some of your difficulties and we have every confidence in you," etc., etc. From the Superintendent's letter the Convener had enclosed the following extracts: "It has been decided to withdraw our services from the Fort. I had a stiff fight in the Committee, but failed; they were all against me.
For thirteen years that man has hunted the gulches for mines. There are your mines," waving his hand again, "and you are our prospector. Dig them up. Good-bye. God bless you. Report to me in six months." The Convener looked at his fingers after Shock had left, spreading them apart.
"Well, it was funny," said the Convener, his lips twitching and his eyes wrinkling, "though at one time it looked like an Assembly case with all seven of us up before the bar. You know McPherson, our latest importation in the way of ordained men? Somehow he had got wind of Boyle's trouble with the Presbytery in the East. McPherson is a fine fellow and doing good work."
But where to get a man for Windermere is the question. Do you know anyone?" The Assembly's Convener shook his head sadly. "There appears to be no one in sight," said the Superintendent. "I have a number of applications here," picking up a good-sized bundle of neatly folded papers, "but they are hardly the kind to suit conditions at Windermere.
Meantime the Convener sits on the chest, and the rest of the Committee seem to feel that their chief duty lies in cutting down expenses and that the highest possible achievement is their meeting the Assembly without a deficit." "P.S. Dr. Macfarren hinted a good deal at want of tact on the part of our Missionary, and young Lloyd, who knows Macgregor, seemed to consider this quite possible.
"Is there any word?" he enquired, with a voice void of all emotion. "Nothing further." "When does the train go?" "The train? Oh, at two in the morning." "How long does it take?" "Five days." "Five days!" echoed Shock, in a voice of despair. "You might wire a message in the meantime," said the Convener kindly. "We will go down to the telegraph office after you have had a rest and a cup of tea."
"Yes," assented the Superintendent, "he's a fine fellow, but his conscience gives him a hard time now and then and works over time for other People." "Well," continued the Convener, "McPherson came to me about the matter in very considerable anxiety.
"'Stay at your post till He calls," read the Convener again. "A great soul that. That word will do him good." He was right. He found Shock waiting for him, calm, expectant, and ready to bear whatever life might bring, nor did his face change as he read the wire over and over again. He only said: "God is very good to us. She went away in peace, and she got my wire and I hers."
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