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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

I could not have remained where I
am not wanted. But now I am puzzled, I confess, I am really puzzled to
know what to do. I am not a great preacher, I know, but then there are
worse. I don't, at least I think I don't, talk nonsense. And I am not
what Mr. McFettridge calls a 'good mixer.' On the other hand, I think
Mr. Innes is right when he says the bairns like me; at least, it would
break"--he paused, his lip quivering, then he went on quietly--"it would
be very hard to think they didn't."
"They do that, then," said Mrs. Innes, emphatically.
"So you see, it is really very difficult to know what to do. I would
hate to go away, but it might be right to go away. I suggest you let me
have a week to think it over. Can you wait that long?"
His handsome, boyish face, alight with a fine glow of earnestness and
sincerity, made irresistible appeal to all but those who for personal
reasons were opposed to him.
"You see," he continued, in a tone of voice deliberative and quite
detached, "there are a number of things to think about.


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