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 retorted the rector, who dealt profes sionally in it. Business is business.
 Allison grunted, and licked hi: ashes into the fire.
 By George. you're right" he agreed I've been trying to handle you like church, but now I'm going after you like the business organization you are"
 Rev Smith Boyd reddened. The charge that Market Square church was a remarkably lucrative enterprise was becoming too general for comfort.
 The vestry has given you their de cision," he returned, standing stiff and straight, with his hands clasped be hind him. You may pay for the We'd der court tenement property a cash sum which, in ten years, will accrue to fifty million dollars, or you may le; it alone" and his tone was as force fully crisp as Allison's, though he could not hide the musical timbre of it.
 q won't pay that price, and I won't let the property alone" Allison snap ped back. "The city needs it." For a moment the two men looked each other levelly in the eyes. There seemed to have sprung up some new enmity between them A thick man with a stubby mustache came pufing up to the fire. and sat down on his sled with a thump. Splendid exercise" he gasped. hold ing his sides T think about a week of fl would either reduce me to living skeleton. or kill me-"
 Your vestry's an ass" Allison took pleasure in informing him.
 Same to you and many of them" puffed Jim Sargent Whats the trou- ble with you? Trying to take busi- ness advantage of a church"
 "Fd have a better chance with a Jew" was Allison's .contemptuous re- ply.
 "Oh, see here, Allison," remonstrat- ed Jim Sargent seriously. He even rose to his feet to make it more emphatic. lOu luQcNA U cat llal hCl oduoi v church with so much indignity.'
 Why not? Market Square church puts itself in position to be consid- cred in the light of any other grasping organization" e
 Rev Smith Boyd. finding in himself the growth of a most unclothlike an ger, decided to walk away rather than suffer the aggravation which must en- sue in this conversation. Consequent ly, he started down the hill. dragging Jim Sargent's sled behind him for com pany. There were no further insults to the church, however.
 Jim. what are the relations of the Towando Valley to the L. and C.?" asked Allison. offering Sargent cigar. Largely paternal.' and the presi- dent of the Towando Valley grinned. eve feed it when it's good and spank it when it cries"
 Hold control of the stock?"
 No. oply it's transportation" re- turned Sargent complacently.
 Stock is a good deal scattered, I suppose?"
 Small holdings entirely, and none of the holders proud" replied Sargent 'It starts no place and comes righ' back. and the shareholders won't pay postage to send in their anuna proxies"
 Then the stock doesn't seem to b. worth buying" observed Allison, witi vast apparent indifference.
 "Only to piece out a collection. chuckled Sargent. T didn't know yol were interested in railroads" &
 q wasn't a week ago." and Allison looked out across the starry sky to tho tree-scalloped hills With the compile tion of the consolidation of New York: transportation system, and the build ing of a big central station. thought I was through. It seemed big achieve ment to gather all these lines to com mon center. like holding them in my hand; to converge four millions o people to one point, to handle then without confusion, and to redistributs them along the same ines, lOokeu llkt life's work; but now I'm beginning to become ambitious"
 "Oh, I see." grinned Jim Sargent "You want to do something you car really call job. If I remember right ly. you started with an equipment .o four horse cars and two miles of rust ed rail What do you want to conquer next?"
 Allison glanced down the hill, ther back out across the starlit sky. Some new fervor had possessed him tonight which made him a poet, and loosenet his tongue which. previous to this could almost calculate its utteranceI In percentage.
 "The world" he said.