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Boomer; "I had taken it for granted that you knew. The Dulham family are practically ruined. The Duke, I imagine, is under the necessity of mortgaging his estates; indeed, I should suppose he is here in America to raise money." Mr. Fyshe was a man of lightning action. Any man accustomed to the Stock Exchange learns to think quickly. "One moment!" he cried; "I see we are right at your door.
I'd hoped I might have got help from the outside, but it seems, sir, the hotels are all the same way." "Do you mean to say," said Mr. Fyshe, speaking very slowly, "that there is no dinner?" "I'm sorry, sir," moaned the waiter. "It appears the chef hadn't even cooked it. Beyond what's on the table, sir, there's nothing." The social catastrophe had come. Mr. Fyshe sat silent with his fist clenched.
Fyshe lifted his hand in unavailing protest as if this were the newest idea he had ever heard in his life. After all of which the Clean Government League set itself to fight the cohorts of darkness. It was not just known where these were. But it was understood that they were there all right, somewhere.
"Why, these fellows down at the city hall are simply a pack of rogues. "I say!" said Mr. Peter Spillikins, to whom he spoke, "I say! You don't say!" "It's a fact," repeated Mr. Fyshe. "They take money. I took the assistant treasurer aside and I said, 'I want such and such done, and I slipped a fifty dollar bill into his hand. And the fellow took it, took it like a shot." "He took it!" gasped Mr.
"And I presume," said the rector, taking a devout sip of the unfinished soda, "that he is a man of immense wealth?" "I suppose so," answered Mr. Fyshe quite carelessly. "All these fellows are." How the working-class, the proletariat, stand for such tyranny is more than I can see. Mark my words, Furlong, some day they'll rise and the whole thing will come to a sudden end." Mr.
"I doubt it," said Mr. Fyshe. "In fact, Newberry, to speak very frankly, I begin to ask myself, Is Furlong the man for the post?" "Oh, surely," said Mr. Newberry in protest. "Personally a charming fellow," went on Mr. Fyshe; "but is he, all said and done, quite the man to conduct a church? In the first place, he is not a businessman." "No," said Mr. Newberry reluctantly, "that I admit."
Fyshe to the assembled committee of the Clean Government League a few days later, "I am glad to be able to report our first victory. Mr. Boulder and I have visited the state capital and we are able to tell you definitely that the legislature will consent to change our form of government so as to replace our council by a Board." "Hear, hear!" cried all the committee men together.
"We thought, too, that our ground, having the tanneries and the chemical factory along the farther side of it, was an ideal place for " he paused, seeking a mode of expressing his thought. "For the dead," said Mr. Fyshe, with becoming reverence. And after this conversation Mr. Fyshe and Mr. Furlong senior understood one another absolutely in regard to the new movement.
And that is a very beautiful picture indeed. "When you come to our side of the water, Fyshe," said the Duke, "I must show you my Botticelli." Had Mr. Fyshe, who knew nothing of art, expressed his real thought, he would have said, "Show me your which?" But he only answered, "I shall be delighted to see it."
Each has full control over its property provided nothing is done by either to infringe the purity of its doctrine." "Just what does that mean?" asked Mr. Fyshe. "It must maintain its doctrine absolutely pure. Otherwise if certain of its trustees remain pure and the rest do not, those who stay pure are entitled to take the whole of the property.
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