Kathleen

e quest is in the words of Johnny Blair, the Rhodes Sc

ets as to who would be first to meet Kathleen. I lay low, but did some planning. Didn't want to let t

it, dark hair, gray eyes, and cheeks like almond blossoms. She had on a blue tam-o' shanter. Loveliest figure I ever saw, perfect ankle, but the usual heavy brogues on her feet. Why do English girls always wea

g the Grail. Had only my rucksack, left rest of my stuff at coll., to be forwarded later. While the other chaps were getting their stuff out of the goods van I spotted Miss

it. Wolverhampton seems a dingy place for Kathleen to live! Fine old church, thoug

ed to death at our arrival. Wonderful cheddar cheese, and archdeacon ale. We made quite a c

my pipe, and came back to the Boar. I was going to look up the town directory, to find Kathleen's name-knowing the address, that would be easy. But there was Goblin doing the same thing! We both laughed and

noiseless way of his, and

a plumber or gas-man, and going there to fix some imaginary leak. Knowing that the Kents were not fools, I imagined it wouldn't be long before they'd get wise to the fact that that bunch of dreadnoughts was picketing the house. Probably they'd put the police on them. Also, there's no

stay away from Bancroft Road for a whil

d noticed a little post office. You can send a telegram from any post office in England, and I thought that would be my best entering w

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udy staying at Blue Boar nice chap American may he call on you if so s

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ter to mark the telegram as though it came from Oxford. She said she could not do so, but I happened to

lverhampton. I poked about until I found a bookshop, where I bought a little pamphlet about the town, and studied a map. Bancroft Road was out toward the northern suburbs. A little talk with the bookseller brought me the information that Mr. Kent was one of

light at finding an American who cared for such matters he talked freely. "Why," he kept on saying, with a kind of pathetic enthusiasm, "I thought all you Americans were interested in was Standard Oil and tinned beef." Finally he invited me over to the vicarage for tea. As I sat by his fire and ate toasted muffins I couldn't help

ading antiquarian, and knows more about the Stour Valley than any one else. He says there was a skirmish fought here in 16

ow more about the Battle of Wolverhampton was unb

t of 318, Bancro

the vicar. "Ho

about him at

ay or so only, and finally the excellent man ca

ion this evening. If you care to have me do so, I'll speak to Mr. Kent about yo

such warmth that

thusiasm does you great credit. I w

ing that I had done a very