Down the steep gully of Park Ave., Manhattan, rang a flight of bells. It was a cheery Sunday midday. Sunlight drenched the apartment houses, and winked from windows as from a thousand little rain-pools; but the burghers of Park Ave. shivered in their sleep.
In the steeple of the Park Avenue Baptist Church a man was capering in frenzied activity, engaged with two rows of levers. A maze of bright wires from the levers ran up into the bell tower, where hung a newly installed carillon, gift of John D. Rockefeller Jr. The...
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