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One day late in May, Clayton, walking up-town in lieu of the golf he had

been forced to abandon, met Doctor Haverford on the street, and found

his way barred by that rather worried-looking gentle to see you, Clayton," he said "About two things I'll

walk back a few blocks with you"

He was excited, rather exalted

"I'ot a year's

leave of absence I'ue about what a chaplain does, but I

rather fancy he can be useful"

"You'll get over, of course You're lucky And you'll find plenty to

do"

"I've been rather anxious," Doctor Haverford confided "I've been a

clergy that I don't know just how I'llno reflection on the church But I've

been sheltered and--well, I've been looked after I don't think I a," he said wryly, "if the

chaplain were to turn and run under fire!"

"I shouldn't worry about that"

"My salary is to go on But I don't like that, either If I hadn't a

faht thinks I shouldn't, anyhow As a