The Deacon’s eyes danced at this acknowledgment of his power.
“He was a little slow for New York. You are rather swift.”
Gordon rose and looked down good-naturedly on the shining bald head as he took his leave.
“I suppose we will have to fight it out?”
“It looks that way. My kindest regards to Mrs. Gordon.”
CHAPTER V — THE CRY OF THE CITY
Kate Ransom entered the church with enthusiasm. Even Van Meter, learning that she lived on Gramercy Park and was a woman of wealth, congratulated Gordon on the event.
She organized a working-girls’ club and became its presiding genius. Her beauty and genial ways won every girl with whom she came in contact. Her club became at once a force in Gordon’s work, absolutely loyal to his slightest wish. She formed a corps of visitors and asked to be allowed to help in his pastoral work.