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Chapter 2 - AND WIRES ARE PULLED.
Chapter 2 AND WIRES ARE PULLED.THE REV. THEODORE PURSEN sat at breakfast. With his right hand he dallied with iced cantaloup. The season was young for cucumis melo; but who would desire a lean shepherd for a fat flock? Certainly not the Rev. Theodore Pursen. A slender, well-manicured left hand supported an early edition of the "Monarch of the Mornings," a sheet which quite made up in volume of sound and in color for any lack of similarity in other respects to the lion of poetry and romance. On the table in his study were the two morning papers which the Rev. Pursen read and quoted in public—the Monarch was for the privacy of his breakfast table. Across from the divine sat his young assistant, who shared the far more than comfortable bachelor apartments of his superior. The Rev. Pursen
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