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'Now for our old hymn, called out Mr. Craig, 'and Mrs. Mavor will lead us. He sat down at the organ, played a few bars of 'The Sweet By and By, and then Mrs. Mavor began. But not a soul joined till the refrain was reached, and then they sang as only men with their hearts on fire can sing. But after the last refrain Mr. Craig made a sign to Mrs.
He had gone out on the "devil strip" at night, reconnoitred his whole front and mapped it for an advance. I arranged with Lieutenants Mavor and Fessenden to have a sketch of the line made showing the work proposed to be done. On our right there was a wide space between ourselves and the Winnipeg Battalion.
Then to Billy he said, 'Come' awa, lad! pit yer name doon, an' we'll stan' by ye. Poor Billy looked around helplessly, his nerve all gone, and sat still. There was a swift rustle of garments, and Mrs. Mavor was beside him, and, in a voice that only Billy and I could hear, said, 'You'll sign with, me, Billy? Billy gazed at her with a hopeless look in his eyes, and shook his little, head.
Cassy Mavor had made her following, had won her place, was the idol of "the gallery"; and yet she was "of the people," as she had always been, until her first sickness came, and she had gone out to Lumley's, out along the foothills of the Rockies. What had made her fall in love with George Baragar? She could not have told, if she had been asked.
"Have you ever met Sidney Mavor there at tea?" "It is possible." "What was your connection with Taylor?" "Taylor was a friend, a young man of intelligence and education: he had been to a good English school." "Did you know Taylor was being watched by the police?" "No." "Did you know that Taylor was arrested with a man named Parker in a raid made last year on a house in Fitzroy Square?"
He drew one deep breath and lay quite still. 'Thank the blessed Saviour! said Mr. Craig, reverently. 'He has taken him home. But Mrs. Mavor held the dead hand tight and sobbed out passionately, 'Oh, Billy, Billy! you helped me once when I needed help! I cannot forget! And Geordie, groaning, 'Ay, laddie, laddie, passed out into the fading light of the early evening.
"But bide ye, my bonny Sir Gibbie, till we're a' up yon'er, an' syne we'll see." The place of honour was therefore given to Jean Mavor, who was beside herself with joy to see her broonie lord of the land, and be seated beside him in respect and friendship.
I have often wondered how things combine at times to a man's destruction. Had Mr. Craig not been away at the Landing that week, had Geordie not been on the night-shift, had Mrs. Mavor not been so occupied with the care of her sick child, it may be Billy might have been saved his fall. The anticipation of the ball stirred Black Rock and the camps with a thrill of expectant delight.
So Miss Oswald went away. Mrs Mavor and Miss Livy came to the big house to reign in her stead, and all in it were beginning to settle down to a quiet and happy summer again. But trouble came first.
Cassy Mavor had made her following, had won her place, was the idol of "the gallery"; and yet she was "of the people," as she had always been, until her first sickness came, and she had gone out to Lumley's, out along the foothills of the Rockies. What had made her fall in love with George Baragar? She could not have told, if she had been asked.
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