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'For God, our Race, and Duty." This was signed by John Crondall, and came after some days of detailed instruction and preparation. It has been urged by some writers that the Government was at fault in the matter of its famous declaration of war with Germany.
Well, come along in, my dear chap, and give us the benefit of your wisdom." We were leaving the room now. "I knew you'd like Constance," he said. "She's the real thing, isn't she?" I despised myself for the hint of chill his words brought me. What right had I to suspect or resent? And in any case John Crondall spoke in his customary frank way, with never a hint of afterthought.
"Well, as I say, I found myself rather at a parting of the ways, and then came my good friend here, and he said, 'What about these farms and houses of yours, Stairs? They represent an income. What are you going to do about it? And well, you see, that settled it. We just packed our bags and came over." "And now that you are here?" said John Crondall.
I told her with some warmth that the loss of my time was of no importance, and, with a thought as to the nature of my petty routine, I repeated the assurance. She smiled: "Ah, that's just the masculine insincerity of your gallantry," she said, "unworn, I see, by working with women. John Crondall would have sent me packing." "No doubt his time is of more value better occupied."
"You have all heard of the Canadian preachers, and I hope you will all learn a good deal more of their Message this very afternoon at the Albert Hall, where I am to have the honour of presiding over a meeting which will be addressed by these Christian workers from across the sea." We found John Crondall a giant refreshed after his long sleep. "I definitely promise you a seat this afternoon, Mrs.
"You see," I explained deprecatingly, as Crondall swayed my shoulder affectionately to and fro in his firm grip; "I have become a sort of a minor capitalist. I have about a hundred and fifty a year coming in, and so I'm as free as I am glad to work with you, and there'll be two hundred more for the campaign, you see." "God bless you, old chap!
It was perfectly well known then that Crondall had played a capable third or fourth fiddle in the maintenance, so far, of the Imperial interest in South Africa. His masterful leader, the man who, according to report, had inspired all his fiery earnestness in the Imperialist cause, was dead.
Every one of them was a genuinely unemployed worker, and the way they all took their training was marvellous. I think Constance Grey was as pleased as I was with the praise we won from John Crondall over this. A little while before this time I should have felt jealous pangs when I saw her sweet face lighten and glow at a word of commendation from John Crondall.
John Crondall talked of British rule and British justice, as he had known them in the world's far places. He drew pictures of Oriental rule, Boer rule, Russian rule, savage rule; and, again, of the methods and customs of foreign Powers in their colonial administration. When he claimed this and that for British rule, and the Imperial unity which must back it, as such, sneers came naturally to me.
My philosophy had seemed spacious beside, say, Sylvia's: to secure better things for those about me, instead of for my own soul only. But what of Crondall? As I say, my eyes pricked, even while I framed some sentence in my mind expressing regret for his wrong-headedness. Ah, well! The same week the same day brought me the gentlest little note of dismissal from Sylvia.
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