The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-15
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corner which would naturally be left
unappropriated if his heart were set
upon a girl of sixteen.
1t all coursed through her brain
as she sat listening to Miles long
story, conscientiously related, of a
man who had motor accident in
another part of the county
He went completely off his head
poor chap. They took him to the
Cottage Hospital, and the last
heard OF him, he thought he was
the Archbishop of Canterbury"
There was burst of laughter
from the frivolous Selma and Jem
at this.
How did it show itself?" asked
Jem. Did he present valuable livings
to the nurses?"
mo. | believe he wrote a long
letter to the Pope on the subject
of reunion, signed Joseph Cantuar."
Poor old Joe," said Jem Il am
very sorry about it. | met Conroy
the other day, and he said he was
on his way to see him."
Sort of thing to do" said Miles
admiringly. Il will say this for
Conroy, though of course | don t
agree with all his curious ideas, he
is a jolly decent sort. Old Joe Mum
ford has never lost chance of 60
ing against him-wrote to the Bish-
op TO try and get him to stop som
of his practices at the Mission, and
so on. But the moment Joe is down
on his luck, Conroy goes to look
after him. Something fine in that" "
do tell me-" said Mrs. Trent,
'is that Mr.. Conroy-that peculiar
man who goes about looking like
a monk?"
That's the man. replied Sir Miles.
He's in charge of the Wishfield
Mission, and he upsets the people
round here most awfully, but they
say the brickmakers half worship
him land the Mission Church is
crammed."
What a pity said Miss Frampton
in tones of kindly reproof, that
Mr.. Conroy cannot do his good work
on accepted lines, without getting
into trouble with the Bishop"
"Oh, the Bishop and he get on first
rate" replied Miles. 1T is only old
Joe who tried to get up a row, but
he was not a parishioner, so it
came to nothing"
Now, | ask you, Miles, what
good can Mr.. Conroy imagine he
does with his new-fangled ideas?'
asked Miss Frampton in shocked
way.
We'll, Frampie, if he fills the
church with them, that's something,
isn't it?" asked Selma, rising from
the table as she spoke. IF you can
get people into church, though they
only come to see what goes on,
they may hear something that will
make them come again for another
reason"
Bravo, kiddie,'' said Jem.
Shall we smoke in the hatl?" said
Miles, leading the way.
The hall was very comfortable,
and so We're the chairs, though a
trifle doggy. Selma dislodged the
various four-footed occupants, and
they all sat down in attitudes of un-
conventional ease and inelegance.
Druce brought in coffee in a silver
coffee set which made Laura sigh
anew; and Miss Frampton poured
it out, with a sever eye coldly fixed
upon Mrs. Trent's cigarette.
The snub received from Miss Tarl.
ton had made the latter very careful
not to try too obviously to cult
vate Miss Frampton. Her manner
was quite free of any signs of a
desire to curry favor.
you don't smoke?" she said TO
Selma, who was sitting in one of the
chimney corner seats.
Not in my house." began Miles
in wrath; but checked himself sud
denly and grew red, seeing that his
guest was smiling mischievously.
"Oh, Miles has the most ridiculous
ideas, stOrmed Selma, but | am
only just waiting When | am twen-
ty-one | shall do exactly as l like"
Then you must find some one
else's house TO do it in," said Miles
doggedly.
Did you ever hear of anything
so p0eposterous? Did you? Did you?"
cried the child eagerly to Laura.