Very truly yours,
HENRY G. SURFACE, Jr.
No answer ever came to this letter, and there the matter rested through
March and into the sultry April.
XXXI
_God moves in a Mysterious Way: how the Finished Miss Avery appears
as the Instrument of Providence; how Sharlee sees her Idol of Many
Years go toppling in the Dust, and how it is her Turn to meditate
in the Still Watches._
The print danced before his outraged eyes; his chest heaved at the
revolting evidence of man's duplicity; and Charles Gardiner West laid
down his morning's _Post_ with a hand that shook.
_Meachy T. Bangor announces his candidacy for the nomination for Mayor,
subject to the Democratic primary._
For West had not a moment's uncertainty as to what this announcement
meant. Meachy T. Bangor spoke, nay invented, the language of the tribe.
He was elect of the elect; what the silent powers that were thought was
his thought; their ways were his ways, their people his people. When
Meachy T. Bangor announced that he was a candidate for the nomination
for Mayor, it meant that the all-powerful machine had already nominated
him for Mayor, and whom the organization nominated it elected.
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