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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

But
cheer up, dad, I have no fear for the future."
"Nor have I, my boy, not the slightest. I hope you did not think for a
moment, my son," he added with some dignity, "that I was in doubt about
your future."
"No, no, dad. We both feel a little sore naturally, but the future is
all right."
"True, my dear boy, true. I was forgetting myself. As you say, the world
is wide and your place is waiting."
"Hello! here comes my friend, Mr. Duff," said Barry in a low voice. "He
was ready to throw Mr. McFettridge out of the meeting yesterday, body
and bones. Awfully funny, if it hadn't been in church. Wonder what he
wants! Seems in a bit of a hurry."
But hurry or not, it was a full hour before Mr. Duff introduced his
business. As he entered the garden he stood gazing about him in amazed
wonder and delight, and that hour was spent in company with Mr. Dunbar,
exploring the garden, Barry following behind lost in amazement at the
new phase of character displayed by their visitor.
"I have not had such a delightful evening, Mr.


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