Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . nce of utter non-entity — every-thing about them,in truth, irritatedHelen Nordykeand filled her witha surging con-tempt. She noted inthe backgroundthe saturnine faceof Ezra Kempton,editor and ownerof the Bolton Dis-pute h, a lean,spare, resonant,twanging sort otman, old enoughto be her wonderedat the magnanim-ity of her husbandin even trying tobe decent to him. Yet, as she recalled,he had been even more than that, hadbeen, as it seemed, at special pains tomake the man welcome and to give himthe assurance that Nordyke
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . nce of utter non-entity — every-thing about them,in truth, irritatedHelen Nordykeand filled her witha surging con-tempt. She noted inthe backgroundthe saturnine faceof Ezra Kempton,editor and ownerof the Bolton Dis-pute h, a lean,spare, resonant,twanging sort otman, old enoughto be her wonderedat the magnanim-ity of her husbandin even trying tobe decent to him. Yet, as she recalled,he had been even more than that, hadbeen, as it seemed, at special pains tomake the man welcome and to give himthe assurance that Nordyke treasurednothing at all against him. Politicians—•! Well, Sister Nordyke, this is good!This is, I repeat, good! You have, nodoubt, pictured me with arms extended,metaphorically speaking, welcoming youback to the fold. It seemed to Helenas though she must scream in the veryface of the unctuous clergyman as heconfronted her with his oily ladies of the congregation werediscussing you at the sociable the othernight. . You are a great lady now,. HELEN MOVED IMPATIENTLY AS THE CLOCKTOLLED THE HOUR OF MIDNIGHT you know, and will have your—ahem—your responsibilities—that is—er—as anexample. Thank you,DoctorWitherbee. Re-sisting the temptation to assure the manthat he need indulge in no fears concern-ing her status as an exemplar in Bolton,she smiled wanly and was about to turn away when herevil genius assert-ed itself. You know,Doctor Wither-bee, weve beenEpiscopalian sinceweve been inWashington. Aa-ah! Yes, Isee. The goodman rose upon histoes, rubbing hishands gently. Itoccurs to me nowthat I heard some-thing of the sort—?in the days priorto the election. Doctor Wither-bees church wasthe largest of sev-eral of similar de-nominations inBolton. The An-glican following inthat particularmetropolis wassmall. Helen Nordykeaccepted the pal-pable intimationas penance for indiscreet utterance, butmoved away hastily to restrain the re-tort that was on her lips. Thus
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