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Affluence had followed, and fame, and even that high office which the Judge himself had held, the Presidency of the State Bar Association. In all that time, one remark, which he had tried to forget, had cut him to the quick. Bedloe Hubbell had said on the political platform that Langmaid got one hundred thousand dollars a year for keeping Eldon Parr out of jail.
The weather was damp and cold, and he sat musing on the ordeal now abruptly confronting him before his study fire when he heard a step behind him. He turned to recognize, by the glow of the embers, the heavy figure of Nelson Langmaid. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, Hodder," he said. "The janitor said you were in, and your door is open." "Not at all," replied the rector, rising.
"But you are going to speak the truth," she continued, her voice low and vibrating, "that is splendid! It must have its effect, no matter what happens." "Do you feel that?" he asked, taking a step toward her. "Yes. When I see you, I feel it, I think." . . . Whatever answer he might have made to this was frustrated by the appearance of the figure of Nelson Langmaid in the doorway.
"Whatever happens, it won't interfere with our personal friendship, even if you think me a highwayman and I think you a " "A fanatic," Holder supplied. He had risen, too, and stood, with a smile on his face, gazing at the lawyer with an odd scrutiny. "An idealist, I was going to say," Langmaid answered, returning the smile, "I'll admit that we need them in the world.
And then there is another question: is it going to continue to be profitable? Is it as profitable now as it was, say, twenty years ago? "You've got out of my depth," said Nelson Langmaid. "I'll try to explain. As a man of affairs, I think you will admit, if you reflect, that the return of St. John's, considering the large amount of money invested, is scarcely worth considering.
Constable, Mrs. Ferguson, Mrs. Langmaid, Mrs. Larrabbee, Mrs. Atterbury, Mrs. Grey, and many other ladies and their daughters were honorary members of his guilds and societies, and found time in their busy lives to decorate the church, adorn the altar, care for the vestments, and visit the parish house. Some of them did more: Mrs.
And behind this redoubtable and sinister Eldon Parr he saw, as it were, the wraith of that: other who had once confessed the misery of his loneliness. . . . At last the banker rang, sharply, the bell on his desk. A secretary entered, to whom he dictated a telegram which contained these words: "Langmaid has discovered a way out." It was to be sent to an address in Texas.
And you may write the Bishop, if you wish." "How has he built up the church?" Langmaid demanded "How? How does any clergyman buildup a church "I don't know," Langmaid confessed. "It strikes me as quite a tour de force in these days. Does he manage to arouse enthusiasm for orthodox Christianity?" "Well," said Gerard Whitely, "I think the service appeals. We've made it as beautiful as possible.
At times he thought he recognized these in his conversation with the Reverend John Hodder at Bremerton, especially in that last interview in the pleasant little study of the rectory overlooking Bremerton Lake. But the promptings were faint, and Langmaid out of his medium. He was not choosing the head of a trust company.
And he seemed to think God knows why! he seemed to think I disliked him. I had Langmaid talk to him, and other men I trusted tell him what an unparalleled opportunity he had to be of use in the world. Once I thought I had him started straight and then a woman came along off the streets, or little better.
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