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After what you have said, I should refuse to remain in this church" the deacon stepped forward eagerly "were it not that I realise more than ever before how much you need me, how much you ignorant, narrow-minded creatures need to be taught the meaning of true Christianity." The deacon was plainly disappointed. "Is it possible?" gasped Elverson, weakly.
Almost immediately Average Jones was called back from the hallway, whither he had gone. "Elverson says to tell you the whole thing," said the chemist, "in confidence, of course." "Understood. Now, who is it that wants to get rid of you?" "The Paragon Pressed Meat Company." Average Jones became vitally concerned in removing an infinitesimal speck from his left cuff.
"And the chief coincidence of your having become interested in the advertisement which Judge Elverson had me insert, really more to scare off further attempts than anything else," put in Dorr. "What became of the spiders that were slipped through my keyhole, anyway?" "Two of them, as you know, were probably killed by the dogs. The others may well have died of cold.
"Was Deacon Elverson at the circus?" "He was in de lot, a-tryin' to look in, same as me," Hasty answered, innocently. "You'd better take Hasty into the kitchen," said Douglas to Mandy, with a dry smile; "he's talking too much for a wounded man." Mandy disappeared with the disgraced Hasty, advising him with fine scorn "to get de tiger to chew off his laigs, so's he wouldn't have to walk no mo'."
In journalism there have been leaders like Edward Rosewater, founder of the Omaha Bee; W. J. Elverson, of the Philadelphia Press; and Frank A. Munsey, publisher of half a dozen big magazines. George Kennan has achieved fame in literature, and Guy Carleton and Harry de Souchet have been successful as dramatists.
"If yo's so anxious to be a-totin' water, jes' yo' come along outside and tote some fo' Mandy." "I can't do no mo' carryin', Mandy," protested Hasty. "I'se hurted in mah arm." "What hurt yo'?" "Tiger." "A tiger?" exclaimed the women in unison. "Done chawed it mos' off," he declared, solemnly. "Deacon Elverson, he seed it, an' he says I's hurt bad." "Deacon Elverson?" cried the spinster.
Didn't you take any other precautions?" "Oh, yes. I reported the attempt to Judge Elverson. He sent a secret service man over to live with me. Then I got a commission out in Denver. When I came back, about a month ago, Judge Elverson gave me the two dogs." "Two?" "Yes. Rags and Tatters." "Where's Tatters?" "Dead. By the same road as Rags." "Killed at your place in Flatbush?" "No.
He looked at the pastor, then at the gate, then at the pastor again. "I'll go," he shouted; "but it ain't the end!" He slammed the gate behind him. "Quite so, quite so," chirped Elverson, not having the slightest idea of what he was saying. He saw the frigid expression on the pastor's face, he coughed behind his hat, and followed Strong. Douglas dropped wearily onto the rustic bench.
She saw that her implied distrust of Polly had annoyed him, and she was about to apologise, when two of the deacons arrived on the scene, also carrying baskets and parcels for the social. Strong led the way. He always led the way and always told Elverson what to think.
She was anxiously waiting for him, when Deacon Strong knocked at the door for the second time that afternoon. "Is Mr. Douglas back yet? he asked. "No, sah, he ain't," said Mandy, very shortly. She felt that Strong and Elverson had been "a-tryin' to spy on de parson all day," and she resented their visits more than she usually did. "What time are you expectin' him?"
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