The One Woman by Thomas Dixon
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Gordon flushed, turned uneasily in his chair, and boldly replied: "Yes, I was, and I repeat it to you. On every such attempt to coin money out of hunger and despair, I pray God's everlasting curse to fall. I am glad your corner failed. The world is larger than New York, and New York is larger than the Stock Exchange. Am I clear?" "Quite so. With your permission I will return to the trustee meeting." "Very well. I wish to make a statement to the Board when you are ready." Gordon frowned, sat down and made some notes of the points he wished to urge. He had often wondered at the impotence of the average preacher in New York. But as he felt the forces of materialism closing about him, and their steel grip on his heart, he began to know why New York is the preacher's graveyard. He had won his great audience. His voice had not been drowned in the roar of the breakers of this ocean of flesh, but he had met bitter disillusioning. As he looked into the faces of his Board of Trustees, dominated by that little bald-headed man, he felt the cruel force of Overman's sneer at the modern church as the home of the mean and the crippled and the sick. The appeal to the ideal seemed to stick in his throat. He had thrilled at the struggle with the big city's rushing millions. Their stupendous indifference dared him to conquer or die, and |
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