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The success in life of women of the "clinging" kind is an illustration of this law. Haddingly smiled with joy at the mention of his church. It stood, securely bolted together, a little outside the camp. No one, the cross being disproportionately large, could possibly mistake it for anything but a church.
Everyone, from the colonel down to the humblest private, was secretly proud of the church. The possession of such a thing gave a certain distinction to the battalion. Haddingly was a good deal chaffed about it; but the building was in a fair way to become a regimental mascot "I'm not strafing the padre," said Captain Maitland, "but I wish we had a few of the books we left behind."
Haddingly caught the thought and expanded it Knights of old had this wonderful spirit, because to them the forests through which they roamed were unknown wastes, where all strange things might be expected. Then when all the land became familiar, mapped, intersected with roads, covered thick with towns, sailors inherited the spirit of romance.
Haddingly was greatly moved by Maitland's account of the medieval spirit. He took to spending half an hour in the church every morning before breakfast Nobody knew what he did there. The officers, through feelings of delicacy, never asked him questions about these new devotions.
Maitland opened Mallory's "Morte d'Arthur," and read aloud: "Then Sir Galahad came unto a mountain, where he found an old chapel, and found there nobody, for all was desolate, and there he kneeled before the altar and besought of God wholesome counsel." "I suppose it was just that," said Haddingly. Dalton put his head into the tent. "I thought I'd find you here," he said.
He sighed. The Turks had failed to do what was expected of them, and life in the camp was intolerably dull. He looked at Haddingly. It was plainly a padre's duty to support a spiritual and romantic view of life against the profane jibes of Dalton. Haddingly spoke judicially. "The general tone of society in those days," he said, "seems to have been very different from what it is now.
It passed across the camp and sped westwards, its shape sharply outlined for a minute against the light of the setting sun. Then it disappeared. Maitland took Haddingly by the arm and led him to his tent The two men sat down together on the camp bedstead.
"I never thought of it before," he said, "but I can see now that the future of the Empire really depends on the proper legislation for child welfare, on ante-natal clinic, and the abolition of the old empiric methods of marriage." "Wait till after I'm married before you begin," said Dalton. Haddingly was a little pained.
"I just wanted to ask the padre something. Was that Sir Golliwog come to life again or just some ordinary blighter like me suffering from nerve strain?" Haddingly had no answer to give for a moment. "He can't have really wanted to sit in that church for half an hour," said Dalton. "What the dickens would he do it for?" "He might have wanted to pray," said Haddingly.
In front of it was a notice board, a nice black notice board with a suggestion of Gothic architecture about it. On the board, in bright white letters, was a list of services and the name of the church St John in the Wilderness. Originally, before the move into the desert, it had been simply St John the Evangelist, but Haddingly felt that the new circumstances demanded a change of dedication.
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