r Mark, who would be at Shipcot in
another twenty minutes without having taken any advantage of his lucky
encounter.
"Are you up at Oxford?" the priest at last inquired.
It was now or never; and Mark took the opportunity given him by that one
question to tell Father Rowley twenty disjointed facts about his life,
which ended with a request to be allowed to come and work at Chatsea.
"You can come and see us whenever you like," said the Missioner.
"But I don't want just to come and pay a visit," said Mark. "I really do
want to be given something to do, and I shan't be any expense. I only
want to keep enough money to go to Glastonbury in four years' time. If
you'd only see how I got on for a month. I don't pretend I can be of any
help to you. I don't suppose I can. But I do so tremendously want you
to help me."
"Who did you say your father was?"
"Lidderdale, James Lidderdale. He was priest-in-charge of the Lima
Street Mission, which belonged to St. Simon's, Notting Hill, in those
days. St. Wilfred's, Notting Dale, it is now."
"Lidderdale," Father Rowley echoed. "I knew him. I knew him well. Lima
Street. Viner's there now, a dear good fellow. So you're Lidderdale's
son?"
"I say, here's my station," Mark exclaimed in despair, "and you haven't
said whether I can come or not."
"Come down on Tuesday week," said Father Rowley. "Hurry up, or you'll
get carried on to the next station."
Mark waved his farewell, and he knew, as he drove back on the omnibus
over the rolling wold to Wych that he had this morning won something
much better than a scholarship at St. Osmund's Hall.
CHAPTER XVI
CHATSEA
When Mark had been exactly a week at Chatsea he celebrated his
eighteenth birthday by writing a long letter to the Rector of Wych:
St. Agnes' House,
Keppel Street,
Chatsea.
St. Mark's Day.
My dear Rector,
Thank you very much for sending me the money. I've handed it over
to a splendid fellow called Gurney who keeps all the accounts
(private or otherwise) in the Mission House. Poor chap, he's
desperately ill with asthma, and nobody thinks he can live much
longer. He suffers tortures, particularly at night, and as I sleep
in the next room I can hear him.
You mustn't think me inconsiderate because I haven't written
sooner, but I wanted to wait until I had seen a bit of this place
before I wrote to you so that you might hav
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