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"The place is too big for one parish, no doubt," Hesketh remarked. "Oh, he's a Presbyterian! The Episcopalians haven't got any hold to speak of over there. Here we are," said Lorne, and turned in at the door. The old wooden sign was long gone. "John Murchison and Sons" glittered instead in the plate-glass windows, but Hesketh did not see it.
He found only Mrs Murchison, on a stepladder tying up the clematis that climbed about the verandah, and she told him a little about clematis and a good deal about the inconvenience of having to abandon superintending the spring cleaning in order to get Lorne ready to go to the Old Country at such short notice, but nothing he could put in the paper.
He is six feet and two inches tall, very spare and muscular, with sandy hair, long gray beard, and honest blue eyes. He has a reputation for great strength and endurance; a man of native simplicity and mild manners. He had been rather expecting us from what Mr. Murchison sent could have the best he'd got. Big Tom joined us in our room after supper.
"He treated some of them more than square when the fall wheat failed three years running, about ten years back; do you remember, Mr Murchison? Lent them money at about half the bank rate, and wasn't in an awful sweat about getting it in at that either." "And wasn't there something about his rebuilding the school-house at his own expense not so long ago?" asked Dr Drummond. "Just what he did.
Murchison, wrote our names on the wall, according to custom, and regretted that we could not stay for a day in that retreat and try the speckled trout. Making our way through the low growth and bushes of the valley, we came into a fine open forest, watered by a noisy brook, and after an hour's easy going reached the serious ascent.
'Twould be better an' ye could play the dolt not an eediot, or an addlepate but just a dull fellow, slow of wit, an' knowin' nought except of fur." Hedin laughed. "That won't bother me in the least." Murchison shook his head. "'Twill not be so easy as ye think.
One took it that in his view the Empire was not so readily envisaged. "That has a strong bearing," Mr Cruickshank assented. "It's the whole case it seems to me," repeated young Murchison. "It should help to knit us up," said Dr Drummond. "I'll put my name down on the first passenger list, if Knox Church will let me off.
It was no part of the Murchison policy to draw against future balances: they might believe everything, they would express nothing; and I doubt whether Lorne himself had any map of the country he meant to travel over in that vague future, already defining in local approbation, and law business coming freely in with a special eye on the junior partner.
Mrs Milburn assured him kindly that there was not such another lawn as his father's in Elgin. How Mr Murchison managed to have it looking so nice always she could not think. Only yesterday she and Mr Milburn had stopped to admire it as they passed. "Spring is always a beautiful time in Elgin," she remarked. "There are so many pretty houses here, each standing in its own grounds.
Mrs Murchison and Abby sat on the verandah enjoying the Indian summer afternoon; the horse chestnuts dropped crashing among the fallen leaves, the roadside maples blazed, the quiet streets ran into smoky purple, and one belated robin hopped about the lawn. Mrs Murchison had just remarked that she didn't know why, at this time of year, you always felt as if you were waiting for something.
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