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Hodder, although he had not worn clerical clothes. Mr. Plimpton became very thoughtful when he had left the office. He visited Nelson Langmaid in the Parr Building. And the result of the conference was to cause Mr.
There could not be the slightest doubt that the rector did not mean to yield, and yet they might have been puzzled if they had asked themselves how they had read the fact in his face or manner. For he betrayed neither anger nor impatience. No more did the financier reveal his own feelings. He still sat back in his chair, unmoved, in apparent contemplation. The posture was familiar to Langmaid.
Mr. Plimpton nodded. "Not that I am a patron," the lawyer explained somewhat hastily. "But I've seen the building, going home." "It looks to me as if it would burn down some day, Wallis." "I wish it would," said Mr. Plimpton. "If it's any comfort to you to us," Langmaid went on, after a moment, "Eldon Parr owns the whole block above Thirteenth, on the south side bought it three years ago.
"Haven't they the right," he asked, somewhat lamely to demand the kind of religion they pay for?" "Provided you don't call it religion," said the rector. Langmaid smiled in spite of himself. "See here, Hodder," he said, "I've always confessed frankly that I knew little or nothing about religion.
He had sold that night, for a mess of pottage, the friendship and respect of three generations. And he had fought, for pay, against his own people. And lastly, there was Langmaid, whose feelings almost defy analysis. He chose to walk through the still night the four miles that separated him from his home.
"Paralyzed! You've got the most influential people in the city." Hodder regarded him for a while without replying. "So has the Willesden Club," he said. Langmaid laughed a little, uncomfortably. "If Christianity, as one of the ancient popes is said to have remarked, were merely a profitable fable," the rector continued, "there might be something in your contention that St.
That Eldon Parr would not lead the charge in person was a foregone conclusion. Whom, then, would he put forward? For obvious reasons, not Wallis Plimpton or Langmaid, nor Francis Ferguson. Hodder found his, glance unconsciously fixed upon Everett Constable, who, moved nervously and slowly pushed back his chair.
Plimpton had made many trips to the Capitol at Washington, sometimes in company with Mr. Langmaid, sometimes not, and on one memorable occasion had come away smiling from an interview with the occupant of the White House himself. Lest Mr. Plimpton's powers of premonition seem supernatural, it may be well to reveal the comparative simplicity of his methods.
And then Mr. Hodder goes to see these people and sits up with them, and they tell him their troubles. He's reformed one or two rather bad cases. I suppose it's the man's personality." Ah! Langmaid exclaimed, "now you're talking!" "I can't see what you're driving at," confessed his brother-in-law. "You're too deep for me, Nelson." If the truth be told, Langmaid himself did not quits see.
He remarked, somewhat unsteadily, that to prolong the controversy would be useless and painful to all concerned, and he infinitely regretted the necessity of putting his suggestion that the rector resign in the form of a resolution . . . . The vote was taken. Six men raised their hands in favour of his resignation Nelson Langmaid among them: two, Asa Waring and Philip Goodrich, were against it.
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