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Dibbott looked slightly shocked, but the bishop went on after an eloquent glance at Filmer. "I found much that was admirable up there. It's true that we don't see eye to eye in certain things that appear all important to me, but perhaps also that was to be expected. Now will you excuse me a moment? I see two friends out by the roadside who haven't on their party clothes."
"Ah!" grunted Dibbott "and then?" "I came back at him with the fact that the church was naturally divided by the moods of its followers." "It's so, sir, we all know it." The bishop cast an interested glance over the groups that now covered the lawn. He seemed not in the least depressed at the inward troubles of the church. Presently his eyes began to twinkle. "It's perfectly true.
I never persuade any one, at least," he added with a little smile, "not in St. Marys. I only draw your attention to the circumstances and leave the rest of it, of course, to your own judgment." "Then you suggest that we buy?" came in Dibbott. "Nothing of the kind. It's a matter of indifference to me whether you gentlemen do the buying or some one else.
"Some of him does and some of him doesn't," said Mrs. Dibbott sagely. "How much did he make?" Belding was wiser with other people's money than with his own. "They say twenty-five thousand and," she added enigmatically, "I'm sorry for his wife." The engineer laughed, said good-by and turned toward the Worden house.
The Bishop's eyes twinkled "Just now it's Z-e-n-o-b-i-a, but that's the name of a heathen queen and I don't believe the Synod would stand for it. Can you ladies suggest something more suitable? You know what her work will be." Mrs. Dibbott thought hard, and Mrs. Worden's gray eyes grew soft.
Manson and Mrs. Bowers dropped into the Dibbott house with its mistress. Dibbott was already there. He was about to start on one of his official journeys, and just now was rooting things out of a back cupboard with explosive energy. "Well," said Mrs. Bowers, folding her large, capable hands, "wasn't it lovely?" The rumble of a street car sounded outside. "It revives old times," Mrs.
He only knew that this man had thrown him the end of a rope, and he grasped at it with all the strength of his soul, and had no intentions of loosening his hold. Later that evening he went in to see Filmer, whose office lights were on, and here found Dibbott and Worden. The three were talking earnestly, and as the broad figure loomed in the doorway Dibbott gave a dry laugh.
They all worked in different districts and knew nothing about each other." "Then that's what brought that special train load up from Philadelphia?" "I suppose so. They seemed very happy when they left." Mrs. Dibbott poured out some more elderberry wine. "When I think what that man has done just out of water, it makes me gasp.
Marys were left in the lurch because the owners refused to sell, Dibbott amongst them, and Worden, whose broad river-fronting lawn was surrounded by the commercial section of the rejuvenated town. Filmer's store had been enlarged twice, and so complete was the popularity of the mayor that, with his sound business instinct, it still held place as the local emporium.
And with that the bishop turned to the Indian agent who was moving mountainously across the lawn. "Well, Mr. Dibbott, it seems just the other day when I arrived first in St. Marys and drove under a green arch at Mr. Filmer's dock and the entire population met me. One couldn't achieve that now. Great things are happening." "You mean up at the works, sir?" "Yes.
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