360 The Little Minister

ence from her. I have changed my burying-
ground even from Thrums to the glen lest I
should die before her, and she, seeing the hearse
go by the Tenements, might ask, ‘ Whose funeral
is this?’”’

In my anxiety to warn him, I had said too
much. His face grew haggard, and there was
fear to speak on it; and I saw, I knew, that
some damnable suspicion of Margaret —

“She was my wife!” I cried, sharply. “ We
were married by the minister of Harvie. You
are my son.”