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His grandson (who served him ill)

writes this of him

1901 I had drawn these words on a piece of cardboard and

was studying them critically when Bates came in with

wood

"Those are unmistakable snowflakes, sir," said Bates

from the"We're in for winter now"

It was undeniably snow; great lazy flakes of it were

crowding down upon the wood

Bates had not an or referred even reht, and he had

certainly conducted hiatha's, a Scotchuson, had visited him several ti their pipes and

whisky and water in the kitchen

"They are having trouble at the school, sir," said

Bates fro a little wild, eh?"

"Sister Theresa's ill, sir Ferguson told uson knows," I declared,the

papers about on my desk, conscious, and not ashaues with Bates I occasionally

entertained the idea that he would so upon the viands which he prepared

with sorather more in his line of business and

perfectly easy of accomplishment; but the house was

bare and lonely and he was a resource