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At least that's the way we reason in our factory. Mr. Hardcap.: That's a very different case Mr. Gear, altogether different. Mr. Gear.: Suppose this Mr. Whats-his-name comes, what more will you know about him than you know now? Deacon Goodsole.: We shall hear him preach and can judge for ourselves. Mr. Gear.: One good sermon does not make a good preacher. Mr. Wheaton.: No!
Laicus.: Gentlemen the first business in order is to appoint a secretary. Deacon Goodsole.: Oh, you can keep the minutes. We don't want much of a record. Laicus.: Very good, if that is agreed to. My minutes will be very simple. James Wheaton.: That's all right. What do you hear from Mr. Mapleson? Anything? Laicus.: Yes I have his letter in my pocket. James Wheaton.: When will he come?
Come in the spirit of prayer." Fifteen minutes before the hour of meeting we four met in the Bible-class room. One agreed to act that night as leader. It was Deacon Goodsole. He told the rest of us his subject. Then we all knelt together and asked God's blessing on our prayer-meeting. From that brief and simple conference we went together to the conference-room.
He has to keep an inn for the benefit of the parish, and gets no pay for it." "Cut them off," said Mr. Hardcap. But he said it good naturedly. "'Given to hospitality, says the Apostle," replied Father Hyatt. "Well," said Deacon Goodsole, with a sigh, "we ought to pay the fifteen hundred a year. It's none too much. But I don't see where it's coming from." "Oh! never you fear," said Mr. Wheaton.
Of course this saying was repeated all over the parish, and this evidence of her appreciative taste increased very measurably her own and her husband's popularity. He went away Thursday morning without giving a final and definite answer. Deacon Goodsole indeed asked him point blank for one.
"You wouldn't take baby from me would you, John?" said she appealingly, nestling the precious bundle closer to her heart than before, as if in apprehension. No I wouldn't. I was obliged to confess that, to myself if not to her. "John," said Jennie, "Mrs Goodsole has been here this afternoon. She wants to know if we won't take our letters to this church the next communion.
"That's what it will cost him," said I, "simply to keep up with the times." The other gentlemen looked at my figures a moment in silence. Deacon Goodsole was the first to speak. "That is a pretty liberal estimate," said he. "A great many ministers get along on less than that." "Oh yes," said I, "and grow dry and dull in consequence. Little food makes lean men." Mr.
It would be like pulling a tooth to uproot from it." "It is dear to me too, John," said Jennie softly, "for your sake, if not for my own." "And all our friends are there, Jennie," continued I. "Except the Lines and Deacon Goodsole we hardly know anybody here." "Though I suppose time will cure that," said Jennie. "I do not know that I care to cure it," said I. Jennie made no response.
Wheaton who has only one child, a grown up boy, and who keeps three or four servants to take care of herself and her husband and her solitary son, and she is always too busy to do anything in the church. Deacon Goodsole.: On the other hand there is not a busier person in the church than Miss Moore. She supports herself and her widowed mother by teaching.
It's very comforting to a woman like me who am so busy at home that I can hardly get out to church on Sundays. Deacon Goodsole.: I don't believe it's true. Yes I do too. But I don't believe it's applicable. That is well what I mean to say I can't express myself exactly, but my idea is this, that the people that won't work in the church are the very ones that do nothing out of it.
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