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In the end he was forced to give up his house, and Chedsey came back to the club. A few years later the major was taken with pneumonia, quite suddenly, and died. Did Mr. Ayling know Major Lonsdale's wife? "Yes," said Ayling. "What became of Mrs. Lonsdale?" "Here in London, sir." "Wasn't there," asked Ayling, "a child, a little girl?" "Ah, Miss Peggy, sir!"
"I shall not neglect your advice. It is half-past eleven now. Come along, Bobby, and we'll see how old Ayling is getting on." Steadily, hour by hour, in absolute silence, the work went on.
#By# FLETA CAMPBELL SPRINGER From Harper's Magazine In the taxi Ayling suddenly realized that there was no need for all this haste.
Ayling; they are not a bad lot, taking them one for all, and there are half a dozen men among them who ought to make first-rate topmen. I should say half of them have been to sea before, and the others will soon be knocked into shape. The two boys will, of course, go into the same mess as the others who have come on board. One of them looks a very sharp young fellow.”
It was not until Ayling had begun to ask Chedsey for news of old friends, and chanced almost at once to mention Lonsdale, that both he and the old waiter exclaimed in the same breath, "Major Lonsdale!" as if the Major's name had been a key to open the doors of both their memories. "And you're young Mr. Dick Ayling! I remember you perfectly now!" Chedsey beamed.
"What were your sensations, exactly?" asked Kemp. "I felt just as if an invisible person were tickling me," replied Ayling, with feeling. "So did I," said Kemp. "Go on."
In one corner sit four stout French civilians, playing a mysterious card-game. At the very next table we find ourselves among friends. Here are Major Kemp, also Captain Blaikie. They are accompanied by Ayling, Bobby Little, and Mr. Waddell. The battalion came out of trenches yesterday, and for the first time found itself in urban billets.
Dead, all three of them Farnsby only last spring. Was it some fate that pursued his particular friends? But those men had all, he reflected, been older than he. And yet, he recalled the words of his doctor: "A man's as old as his arteries. You've been too long out here. Be sensible, Ayling.... Go home take it easy rest. You'll have a long time yet...."
Settled there, he remembered the position of a near-by bell, just under the window-curtain.... Yes, there it was. He rang, and a waiter came a rotund, pink-faced, John-Bullish waiter, with little white tufts on each cheek. Ayling ordered a whisky-and-soda, and when presently the waiter brought it Ayling asked how long he had been in the service of the club. "Thirty-five years, sir."
In his magisterial days Ayling, of whom we have previously heard, was detailed by his Headmaster to undertake the organisation of a school corps to serve as a unit of the Officers' Training Corps then one of the spoilt bantlings of the War Office.
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