y was
written all over his boyish face. And the palpable fact that his regret
was more on the clergyman's account than for the social faux pas drew
Holder the more, since it bespoke a genuineness of character.
He did not see the yearning in the rector's eyes as he turned away...
Why was it they could not be standing side by side, fighting the same
fight? The Church had lost him, and thousands like him, and she needed
them; could not, indeed, do without them.
Where, indeed, were the young men? They did not bother their heads about
spiritual matters any more. But were they not, he asked himself, franker
than many of these others, the so-called pillars of the spiritual
structure?
Mr. Plimpton accosted him. "I congratulate you upon the new plans, Mr.
Hodder,--they're great," he said. "Mr. Parr and our host are coming down
handsomely, eh? When we get the new settlement house we'll have a plant
as up-to-date as any church in the country. When do you break ground?"
"Not until autumn, I believe," Hodder replied. "There are a good many
details to decide upon yet."
"Well, I congratulate you."
Mr. Plimpton was forever congratulating.
"Up-to-date"--"plant"! More illuminating words, eloquent of Mr.
Plimpton's ideals. St. John's down at the heels, to be brought up to the
state of efficiency of Mr. Plimpton's trust company! It was by no means
the first time he had heard modern attributes on Mr. Plimpton's lips
applied to a sacred institution, but to-night they had a profoundly
disquieting effect. To-night, a certain clairvoyance had been vouchsafed
him, and he beheld these men, his associates and supporters, with a
detachment never before achieved.
They settled in groups about the room, which was square and high, and
panelled in Italian walnut, with fluted pilasters,--the capitals of
which were elaborately carved. And Hodder found himself on a deep
leather sofa in a corner engaged in a desultory and automatic
conversation with Everett Constable. Mr. Plimpton, with a large cigar
between his lips, was the radiating centre of one of the liveliest
groups, and of him the rector had fallen into a consideration, piecing
together bits of information that hitherto had floated meaninglessly in
his mind. It was Mrs. Larrabbee who had given character to the career of
the still comparatively youthful and unquestionably energetic president
of the Chamber of Commerce by likening it to a great spiral, starting
somewhere in outer reg
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