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Rod of the Lone Patrol by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody
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CHAPTER I

A WAIF OF THE NIGHT

Parson Dan chuckled several times as he sipped his hot cocoa before the
fire. It was an open fire, and the flames licked around an old dry
root which had been brought with other driftwood up from the shore.
This brightly-lighted room was a pleasing contrast to the roughness of
the night outside, for a strong late October wind was careening over
the land. It swirled about the snug Hillcrest rectory, rattling any
window which happened to be a little loose, and drawing the
forked-tongued flames writhing up the large commodious chimney.

When the third chuckle had been emitted, Mrs. Royal laid aside the
paper she had been reading and looked somewhat curiously at her husband.

"The missionary meeting must have been very amusing to-night, Daniel,"
she remarked. "It is too bad that I didn't go."

"Oh, no, it wasn't the meeting which was amusing," was the reply. "But
I must say it was the best one I ever attended. That missionary had a
great story to tell and he told it well. There was a good attendance,
too, especially for such a cold night. But you can't guess, my dear,
who was there."

"The Bishop?"

"No, no," and the parson rubbed his hands in glee and gave another
boyish chuckle. "Give it up, eh?" and his eyes sparkled as he turned
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