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He had only himself to care for, and his strong arms could provide the simple necessities of daily life. Why spend his time in the service of others, when his efforts were either misunderstood or not appreciated? He was tired of being dictated to, and told what to do. He was just as able to look after his own affairs as the Bishop and Dr. Rannage.
"And while you were discussing methods of helping the unfortunate, I was rescuing one from the water down at Long Wharf." Douglas spoke slowly, and he watched to see the effect of his words. But Dr. Rannage did not seem to notice the implied sarcasm, nor the sharp contrast between theory and practice. "So that is what you were doing, eh?" the latter questioned.
"So you heard of it, then?" "Sure. Why, Dr. Rannage was furious when he came home, and at a recent session of the Board of Missions he expressed his opinion in no uncertain manner, so I understand." "And he is not over it yet," Mrs. Garton remarked. "I was talking to him for a while to-night, and he told me about his terrible experience up there.
But now, when they know that I am going, perhaps they may have had a twinge of conscience; that is, if they have any, and what they have given me is nothing more than conscience money." These words brought Dr. Rannage suddenly to his feet. He had always prided himself upon his self-control, but such a charge made by any man, especially a mere curate, was more than he could endure.
I am eager now to hear about the Church meeting which was held last night. I suppose you were there?" "Oh, yes, I wished to see and hear the new archdeacon, Dr. Rannage." "What, was he there?" "Yes, and two other delegates with him." "Tell me about the meeting, please," and the professor leaned back comfortably in his chair. As briefly as possible Douglas narrated the events of the meeting.
Douglas noted this, and with a great effort controlled himself. "I shall consider the matter very carefully," was his reply. "If I decide to go, I shall report to the Bishop." "Wait a minute," Dr. Rannage ordered as Douglas was about to leave the room. "There is something I almost overlooked. You received your cheque for last month, I suppose?" "Yes, the treasurer gave it to me several days ago."
They paid tribute to your earnest work, and as a token of appreciation they asked me to give you this," and Dr. Rannage handed the young man a cheque. "I think this will prove to you better than many words how generous the members of the vestry really are." Douglas took the cheque in his hand and studied it very carefully. In fact, he looked at it so long without saying anything that Dr.
"Merely because he thinks that I know the ways of such people, as I was brought up in the country." "We want you here in the city, though," and Garton savagely blew a great cloud of smoke across the room. "But Dr. Rannage and the majority of the people of St. Margaret's don't want me. They are delighted to think that I am going." "Yes, so I understand, confound their skins!
But, there, what is the use of my talking to you or any one else, when you attribute my feeling to jealousy?" Douglas had risen, and stood with his hat in his hand ready to depart. "So you don't feel inclined to try Rixton, then?" Dr. Rannage asked. He was quite amused at his curate's words, and considered them merely the outburst of a hot-headed youth.
The honor was not "well-merited," but had been bestowed simply because Dr. Rannage was rector of St. Margaret's and a special friend of the Bishop. He smiled at the thought of his visiting "his people, rich and poor alike, in season and out of season." He knew for a certainty that Dr.
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