HEN, once upon a time,' a distinguished man, and a devoted lover of nature, came to settle in one of the most rural suburbs of New York, he found the leading men of the place intent upon building a church which, to his alarm, was to be of a cheap but very showy " character-"a cathedral in a bandbox." The modest means, attained only with great difficulty, of course limited the outlay, while the uncultivated tastes of the people demanded a building as pretentious as those of the larger communities with which they were acquainted. With considerable shrewdness the newcomer offered to furnish the services of an architect of repute as his donation-an offer which was gladly accepted, no one realizing how it would probably affect the character and outcome of the scheme.

Church committees often regard the architect as one who puts into a practical "working" shape a scheme which they have mutually agreed upon-they seldom foresee the serious results of their choice of a practitioner; that if he is uncultivated and tasteless, he will of necessity lead their efforts to a crude and disagreeable outcome; that if he is not particularly in sympathy with the work, he will guide them in ways that will be sure to be regretted while the edifice lasts.

In the case which we narrate the architect was in love with his work, and his enthusiasm for that which would be sensible and beautiful gradually turned the ideas of the people from a tall, ambitious building in stucco to a simple, low-walled church of stone, greatly to the relief of the newcomer, as he realized that the hamlet would be beautified instead of disgraced by its new house of worship. With great interest he often called the attention of his friends to what were to him very attractive features of the scheme: the coziness suggested by its low, massive For the previous article see The Outlook for September 25.

walls; the dignity of its simple, dominating roof; the picturesque character gained in a most natural way from two of its very useful features-the generous Sunday-school hall, and the broad, spreading porch that seemed to speak "welcome to every passer-by. He also called attention to the fact that in the perspective the architect had suggested that a portion of the very ample grounds be used "God's acre "-the burial-place of the hamlet.

There was one danger, however, which he did not realize—a danger arising from a very common fault among our countrymen that of underestimating the importanceof a suitable and generous site. He was, therefore, greatly surprised one day to hear the chairman of the committee remark that they would place the new building about. fifteen feet back of the roadside walk! The architect, who was present, was the first to recover from surprise (and lose his temper), and exclaimed, with considerable heat, that "such an atrocious course would ruin the building," and 'they might as well give the whole thing up."

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The chairman, however, coolly remarked that "in Put-ney," where he was brought up, "the church was only nine feet from the sidewalk, and it was dreadfully convenient; besides, it had the advantage that every one could see the building all the way up and down the road a great deal better than if it had been further back."

The architect replied that "it was far more interestingnot to see the whole of a building at once, but little by little-the sight of one part stimulating the desire to seemore; that curiosity and interest were excited by being obliged to make some effort to view the whole; that it was gratifying to find something still in store after the first glance had been taken." glance had been taken." "Furthermore," he said, "a low, spreading, rambling building, such as ours will be, will especially need an ample setting of grounds to bring out. its beauties; its easy lines will not be suited to a stiff, cramped, mechanical-looking plot."

As the rural committee, however, did not feel the force:

nent, while from some points the entire ensemble is visible, its outline softened and modified by the foliage of the great overhanging trees.

Still another lack, where such grounds are wanting, is that of color.

From the neatly kept turf, the varied foliage of trees and vines, a charming variety of greens is brought in contrast with the stone of the walls and the covering of the roofs. This, with the play of light, of shadow and sunshine, modifies and softens the otherwise monotonous, and possibly hard, color of the building as by magic, and we wonder at the subtle charm.

Lastly, the lack of suitable grounds involves not only a lack of perspective and color, but also of sentiment-an element which is sure to be felt or missed as the case may be, though the cause of our sensations may not always be recognized.

The impression made by any beautiful spot is one that lingers long and delightfully in the memory, but when it is strongly associated with tender and sacred memories its impressiveness is greatly deepened.

In journeying through rural England one is often charmed, not only with the country church, but especially with its surroundings. Within its inclosure is the "churchyard," with its grassy.mounds that remind of those who

generations ago came here to worship; who perhaps were christened, married, and buried here; whose most hallowed hours and brightest hopes were connected with this place; there they slumber under the shadow of its low, sturdy tower and spreading trees-a beautiful and enviable resting-place.

As we pass on, what a lovely view we get of the tower, framed between the arching branches of the great trees! Perhaps it is spring, and the tall lilacs, trimmed as trees, are in beautiful bloom and delicious odor. How they recall early impressions, and many a personality whose memory is most sweet and fragrant!

Nature, in its changing moods so full of varied beauty, is continually reminding us of the power and wisdom of Him. whose worship is celebrated here. Surely the relation of gem and setting is a very intimate and important one.

In a locality where the charming accessories of nature are within reach, is it not a great mistake to fail to devote a reasonable portion of the means in hand for securing them?

CHAPTER XXI.-LIGHT AT EVENTIDE

The Rabbi had been careful to send an abstract of his speech to Carmichael, with a letter enough to melt the heart even of a self-sufficient young clerical, and Carmichael had considered how he should bear himself at the Presby

tery. His intention had been to meet the Rabbi with public cordiality and escort him to a seat, so that all men should see that he was too magnanimous to be offended by this latest eccentricity of their friend. This calculated plan was upset by the Rabbi coming in late and taking the first seat that offered, and when he would have gone afterward to thank him for his generosity the Rabbi had disappeared. It was evident that the old man's love was as deep as ever, but that he was much hurt and would not risk another repulse. Very likely he had walked in from Kilbogie, perhaps without breakfast, and had now started to return to his cheerless manse. It was a wetting spring rain, and he remembered that the Rabbi had no coat. A fit of remorse overtook Carmichael, and he scoured the streets of Muirtown to find the Rabbi, imagining deeds of attention-how he would capture him unawares mooning along some side street hopelessly astray; how he would accuse him of characteristic cunning and deep plotting; how he would. carry him by force to the Kilspindie Arms and insist upon their dining in state; how the Rabbi would wish to discharge the account and find twopence in his pocketshaving given all his silver to an Irish Presbyterian minister stranded in Muirtown through peculiar circumstances; how he would speak gravely to the Rabbi on the lack of common honesty, and threaten a real prosecution when the charge would be "obtaining a dinner on false pretenses;' how they would journey to Kildrummie in high content, and the engine having whistled for a dog-cart-they would drive to Drumtochty manse, the sun shining through ther ain as they entered the garden; how he would compass the Rabbi with observances, and the old man would sit again in the big chair full of joy and peace. Ah, the kindly jests that have not come off in life, the gracious deeds that never were done, the reparations that were too late! When Carmichael reached the station the Rabbi was already half-way to Kilbogie, trudging along wet and weary and very sad, because, although he had obeyed his conI Copyright, 1896, by John Watson.

science at a cost, it seemed to him as if he had simply alienated the boy whom God had given him for a son in his old age for even the guileless Rabbi suspected that the ecclesiastics considered his action foolishness and of no service to the Church of God. Barbara's language on his arrival was vituperative to a degree; she gave him food grudgingly, and when, in the early morning, he fell asleep over an open Father, he was repeating Carmichael's name, and the thick old paper was soaked with tears.

His nemesis seized Carmichael so soon as he reached the Dunleith train in the shape of the Free Kirk minister of Kildrummie, who had purchased six pounds of prize seed potatoes and was carrying the treasure home in a paper bag. This bag had done after its kind, and as the distinguished agriculturist had not seen his feet for years, and could have stooped only at the risk of apoplexy, he watched the dispersion of his potatoes with dismay, and hailed the arrival of Carmichael with exclamations of thankfulness. It is wonderful over what an area six pounds of (prize) potatoes can deploy on a railway platform, and how the feet of passengers will carry them unto far distances. Some might never have been restored to the bag had it not been for Kildrummie's comprehensive eye, and the physical skill with which he guided Carmichael, till even prodigals that had strayed over to the neighborhood of the Aberdeen express were restored to the extemporized fold in the minister's top-coat pockets. Carmichael had knelt on that very platform six months or so before, but then he stooped in the service of two most agreeable dogs, and under the approving eyes of Miss Carnegie; that was a different experience from hunting after single potatoes on all fours among the feet of unsympathetic passengers, and being prodded to duty by the umbrella of an obese Free Kirk minister. As a reward for this service to the aged, he was obliged to travel to Kildrummie with his neighbor in whom for the native humor that was in him he had often rejoiced, but whose company was not congenial that day-and Kildrummie laid himself out for a pleasant talk. After the sorts had been secured and their pedigree stated, Kildrummie fell back on the proceedings of Presbytery, expressing much admiration for the guidance of Doctor Dowbiggin, and denouncing Saunderson as "fair dottle," in proof of which judgment Kildrummie adduced the fact that the Rabbi had allowed a very happily situated

pig-sty to sink into ruin. Kildrummie, still in search of Kildrummie, still in search of agreeable themes to pass the time, mentioned a pleasant tale he had gathered at the seed-shop.

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"Yir neebur upbye, the General's dochter, is cairryin' on an awfu' rig the noo at the Castle "-Kildrummie fell into dialect in private life, often with much richness-"an' the sough o' her ongaein's hes come the length o' Muirtown. The place is foo' o' men-tae say naethin' o' weemin; but it's little she hes tae dae wi' them or them wi' her-officers frae Edinburgh an' writin' men frae London, as weel as half a dozen coonty birkies."

"Well?" said Carmichael, despising himself for his curiosity.

"She hes a wy, there's nae doot o' that, an' gin the trimmie hesna turned the heads o' half the men in the Castle, till they say she hes the pick of twa lords, five honorables, and a poet. But the lassie kens what's what; it's Lord Hay she's settin' her cap for, an' as sure as ye're sittin' there, Drum, she 'ill hae him.

"Ma word"—and Kildrummie pursued his way-"it'll be a match, the dochter o' a puir Hielant laird, wi' naethin' but his half-pay and a few pounds frae a' fairm or twa. She's a clever ane: French songs, dancin', shootin', ridin', actin', there's nae deeviltry that's beyond her. They say upbye that she's been a bonnie handfu' tae her fatherGeneral though he be-an' a' peety her man."

"They say a lot of . . . lies, and I don't see what call a minister has to slander," and then Carmichael saw the folly of quarreling with a veteran gossip over a young woman that would have nothing to say to him. What two Free Kirk ministers or their people thought of her would never affect Miss Carnegie.

"Truth's nae slander," and Kildrummie watched Carmichael with relish; "a' thocht ye wud hae got a taste o' her in the Glen. Didna a' hear frae Piggie Walker that ye ca'd her Jezebel frae yir ain pulpit, an' that ma' lady whuppit oot o' the kirk in the middle o' the sermon ?"

"I did nothing of the kind, and Walker is a..." "Piggie's no very particular at a time," admitted Kildrummie; "maybe it's a mak-up, the story aboot Miss Carnegie an' yırsel'.

"Accordin' tae the wratch," for Carmichael would deign no reply, "she wes threatenin' tae mak a fule o' the Free Kirk minister o' Drumtochty juist for practice, but a' said, 'Na, na, Piggie, Maister Carmichael is ower quiet and sensible a lad. He kens as weel as onybody that a Carnegie wud never dae for a minister's wife. Gin ye said a Bailie's dochter frae Muirtown 'at hes some money comin' tae her and kens the principles o' the Free Kirk.'

"Noo, a' can speak frae experience, having been terrible fortunate wi' a' ma wives. Ye'll come up tae tea; we killed a pig yesterday, an' . . . Weel, weel, a wilfu' man maun hae his wy," and Carmichael, as he made his way up the hill, felt that the hand of Providence was heavy upon him, and that any high-mindedness was being severely chastened.

Two days Carmichael tramped the moors, returning each evening wet, weary, hungry, to sleep ten hours without turning, and on the morning of the third day he came down in such heart that Sarah wondered whether he could have received a letter by special messenger; and he congratulated himself, as he walked round his garden, that he had overcome by sheer will-power the first real infatuation of his life. He was so lifted above all sentiment as to review his temporary folly from the bare, serene heights of common sense. Miss Carnegie was certainly not an heiress, and she was a young woman of very decided character, but her blood was better than the Hays', and she was attractive yes, attractive. Most likely she was engaged to Lord Hay, or, if he did not please her she was whimsical and . . . self-willed-there was Lord Invermay's son. Fancy Kate. . . Miss Carnegie in a Free Kirk manse-Kildrummie was a very homely old man, but he touched the point there-receiving Dr. Dowbiggin with becoming ceremony and hearing him on the payment of probationers, or taking tea at Kildrummie manse- -where he had, however, feasted royally many a time after the Presbytery, but... This daughter of a

Jacobite house, and brought up amid the romance of war,. settling down in the narrowest circle of Scottish life-as. soon imagine an eagle domesticated among barn-door poultry. This image amused Carmichael so much that he could have laughed aloud, but . . . the village might have: heard him. He only stretched himself like one awaking, and felt so strong that he resolved to drop in on Janet to. see how it fared with the old woman and . . . to have Miss Carnegie's engagement confirmed. The Carnegies. might return any day from the South, and it would be well that he should know how to meet them.

"You will be hearing that they hef come back to the Lodge yesterday morning, and it iss myself that will be glad to see Miss Kate again; and very pretty iss she looking, with beautiful dresses and bonnets, for I hef seen them all, maybe twelve or ten.

"Oh, yes, my dear, Donald will be talking about her marriage to Lord Kilspindie's son, who iss a very handsome young man and good at the shooting; and he will be blowing that they will live at the Lodge in great state, with many gillies and a piper.

"No, it iss not Janet Macpherson, my dear, that will bebelieving Donald Cameron, or any Cameron-although I am not saying that the Camerons are not men of their hands for Donald will be always making great stories. and telling me wonderful things. He wass a brave man in the battle, and iss very clever at the doctrine, too, and will be strong against human himes (hymns), but he iss a most awful liar, iss Donald Cameron, and you must not be believing a word that comes out of his mouth.

"She will be asking many questions in her room as soon as Donald had brought up her boxes and the door was shut. Some will be about the Glen, and some about the garden, and some will be about people-whether you ever will be visiting me, and whether you asked for her after the day she left the kirk. But I will say, 'No; Mister Carmichael does not speak about anything but the religion when he comes to my cottage.'

"That iss nothing. I will be saying more, that I am. hearing that the minister is to be married to a fery rich young lady in Muirtown who hass been courting him for two years, and that her father will be giving the minister twenty thousand pounds the day they are married. And I will say that she is very beautiful, with blue eyes and gold hair, and that her temper is so sweet they are calling herthe Angel of Muirtown.

"Toot, toot, my dear, you are not to be speaking about lies, for that is not a pretty word among friends, and you will not be meddling with me, for you will be better at the preaching and the singing than dealing with women. It iss not good to be making yourself too common, and Miss Kate will be thinking the more of you if you be holding your head high and letting her see that you are not a poorlowland body, but a Farquharson by your mother's side, and maybe of the chief's blood, though twenty or fifteen times removed.

"She will be very pleased to hear such good news of you, and be saying that it iss a mercy you are getting somebody to dress you properly. But her temper will not be at all good, and I did not ask her about Lord Hay, and she said nothing to me, nor about any other lord. It iss not often I hef seen as great a liar as Donald Cameron.

"Last evening Miss Kate will come down before dinner and talk about many things, and then she will say at the door, Donald tells me that Mister Carmichael does not believe in the Bible, and that his minister, Doctor Saunderson, has cast him off, and that he has been punished by his Bishop or somebody at Muirtown.'

"Donald will be knowing more doctrine and telling more lies every month,' I said to her. 'Doctor Saunderson-who is a very fine preacher and can put the fear of God upon the people most wonderful-and our minister had a little feud, and they will fight it out before some chiefs at Muirtown like gentlemen, and now they are good friends again.'

"Miss Kate had gone off for a long walk, and I am not saying but she will be calling at Kilbogie Manse before she comes back. She is very fond of Doctor Saunderson, .

and maybe he will be telling her of the feud. It iss more than an hour through the woods to Kilbogie," concluded Janet, "but you will be having a glass of milk first."

Kate reviewed her reasons for the expedition to Kilbogie, and settled that they were the pleasures of a walk through Tochty woods when the spring flowers were in their glory, and a visit to one of the dearest curiosities she had ever seen. It was within the bounds of possibility that Doctor Saunderson might refer to his friend, but on her part she would certainly not refer to the Free Church minister of Drumtochty. Her reception by that conscientious professor Barbara could not be called encouraging.

'Ay, he's in, but ye canna see him, for he's in his bed, an' gin he disna mend faster than he wes daein' the last time a' gied him a cry, he's no like tae be in the pulpit on Sabbath. A' wes juist thinkin' he wudna be the waur o' a doctor."

"Do you mean to say that Doctor Saunderson is lying ill and no one nursing him?" and Kate eyed the housekeeper in a very unappreciative fashion.

"Gin he wants a nurse, she 'ill hae tae be brocht frae Muirtown Infirmary, for a've eneuch withoot ony fyke (delicate work) o' that kind. For twal year hev a' been hoosekeeper in this manse, an' gin it hedna been for peety a' wud hae flung up the place.

"Ye never cud tell when he wud come in, or when he wud gae oot, or what he wud be wantin' next. A' the waufies in the countryside come here, and the best in the hoose is no gude eneuch for them. He's been an awfu' handfu' tae me, an' noo a' coont him clean dottle (silly). But we maun juist bear oor burdens," concluded Barbara piously, and proposed to close the door.

"Your master will not want a nurse a minute longer; show me his room at once," and Kate was so commanding that Barbara's courage began to fail.

"Who may ye be," raising her voice to rally her heart, ''at wud take chairge o' a strainger in his ain hoose an' no sae muckle as ask leave?"

"I am Miss Carnegie, of Tochty Lodge; will you stand out of my way?" and Kate swept past Barbara and went upstairs.

"Weel, a' declare," as soon as she had recovered, "of a' the impident hizzies," but Barbara did not follow the intruder upstairs.

His

Kate had seen various curious hospitals in her day, and had nursed many sick men-like the brave girl she wasbut the Rabbi's room was something quite new. favorite books had been gathering there for years, and now lined two walls and overhung the bed after a very perilous fashion, and had dispossessed the looking glasswhich had become a nomad and was at present resting insecurely on John Owen-and stood in banks round the bed. During his few days of illness the Rabbi had accumulated so many volumes round him that he lay in a kind of tunnel, arched over, as it were, with literature. had been reading Calvin's Commentary on the Psalms, in Latin, and it still lay open at the 88th, the saddest of all songs in the Psalter; but as he grew weaker the heavy folio had slid forward, and he seemed to be feeling for it. Although Kate spoke to him by name, he did not know any one was in the room. Lord, why castest Thou off my soul? I suffer Thy terror, I am distracted. fierce wrath goeth over me lover and friend hast Thou put far from me . . friend far from me."

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left me he would not speak to me I am alone now he did not understand . . . mine acquaintance into darkness . . . here we see in a glass darkly . . . (he turned aside to expound the Greek word for darkly), but some day. . . face to face." And twice he said it, with an indescribable sweetness, "face to face."

Kate hurriedly removed the books from the bed, and wrapped round his shoulders the old gray plaid that had eked out his covering at night, and then she went downstairs.

"Bring," she said to Barbara, "hot water, soap, towels, and a sponge to Doctor Saunderson's bedroom immediately."

"And gin a' dinna?" inquired Barbara, aggressively. "I'll shoot you where you stand."

Barbara shows to her cronies how Miss Carnegie drew a pistol from her pocket at this point and held it to her head, and how at every turn the pistol was again in evidence; sometimes a dagger is thrown in, but that is only late in the evening, when Barbara is under the influence of tonics. Kate herself admits that if she had had her little revolver with her she might have been tempted to outline the housekeeper's face on the wall, and she still thinks her threat an inspiration.

Now," said Kate, when Barbara had brought her commands in with incredible celerity, "bring up some fresh milk and three glasses of whisky."

"Whisky!" Barbara could hardly compass the unfamiliar word. "The Doctor never hed sic a thing in the hoose, although mony a time, puir man Discipline

was softening even that austere spirit.

No, but you have, for you are blowing a full gale just now; bring up your private bottle, or I'll go down for it.

"There's enough," holding the bottle to the light, "to do till evening; go to the next farm and send a man on horseback to tell Mr. Carmichael, of Drumtochty, that Doctor Saunderson is dying, and another for Doctor Manley, of Muirtown."

'Very tenderly did Kate sponge the Rabbi's face and hands, and then she dressed his hair, till at length he came to himself.

His breathing was growing worse, in spite of many wise things she did for him-Doctor Manley, who paid no compliments, but was a strength unto every country doctor in Perthshire, praises Kate unto this day-and the Rabbi did not care to speak. So she sat down by his side and read to him from the "Pilgrim's Progress "-holding his hand all the time and the passage he desired was the story of Mr. Fearing.

"This I took very great notice of, that the valley of the shadow of Death was as quiet while he went through it as ever I knew it before or since. I suppose these enemies here had now a special check from our Lord and a command not to meddle until Mr. Fearing was passed over it. . . Here also I took notice of what was very remarkable the water of that river was lower at this time than ever I saw it in all my life. So he went over at last, not much above wet-shod. When he was going up to the gate ..

The Rabbi listened for an instant. "It is John's step he hath a sound of his own my only earthly desire is fulfilled." "Rabbi," cried Carmichael, and, half kneeling, he threw one arm round the old man, say that you forgive me. I