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He offered his hand to Mr. Gear, who was leaning with his head upon his hand against the mantel-piece, and possibly did not notice the proffered salutation. At all events he never moved. Mr. Hardcap looked at him a moment, opened his mouth as if to speak, but apparently reconsidered his purpose, for he closed it again without speaking, and so left the room. Mrs.
Hardcap, "for my part I don't see why the parson can't live on a thousand dollars a year as well as I can." I had failed to produce conviction on the subject of tools. I resolved to try another tack. "What do you pay for help?" said I. "Help?" said he interrogatively. "Yes," said I. "What do you pay your cook and chambermaid?" "Hoh!" said he contemptuously. "I don't keep no help.
Half an hour later, after Jamie had been roused up from his corner of the sofa and sent off to bed, and Charlie had been undressed and put to bed without being more than half aroused, Mrs. Hardcap asked my advice as to this method of reading the Bible. "Mr.
"There is something in that," said Mr. Hardcap. Old Father Hyatt is a great favorite with Mr. Hardcap, as indeed he is with all of us. And no one ever accused Father Hyatt of extravagance. "I know a city clergyman," continued the old man, "who always preaches in a silk gown, though he is a Congregationalist. 'It saves my coat', said he to me once in explanation.
Why, they couldn't make more to do if it was Bunyan or Milton." "Bunyan?" said I. "Do you mean the author of Pilgrim's Progress?" "Yes," said he: "that is a book. Why, it's worth a hundred of your modern novels." "How is that?" said I. "Pilgrim's Progress, if I mistake not, is fiction." "Oh! well," said .Mr. Hardcap, "that's a very different thing. It isn't a novel. It's a allegory.
Hardcap did the carpenter work in some repairs on the Methodist church here last summer. When he got through he carried in his bill to the President of the Board of Trustees. The President referred him to the Treasurer. The Treasurer reported no funds and referred him to the Chairman of the Building Committee.
But I don't believe my husband will get any good just now from what you have to say. We are stunned by the blow that came so suddenly, and must have a little time to recover from it. Would you feel offended if I asked you to go away and call again some other time?" "The word must be spoken in season and out of season," said Mr. Hardcap doggedly. Nevertheless he turned to leave.
Hardcap shook his head resolutely, "I don't believe in preachin' to the times," said he. "It's scripter interpretation and the doctrines we want." "Very well," said I, "the tools for that work cost more yet. Yours cost you from ten cents to five dollars, his from five dollars to a hundred.
Which he thereupon proceeds to do, slowly and distinctly, till he reaches the closing paragraphs, which he omits as being of a purely personal character. James Wheaton.: That fellow's got stuff in him and no mistake. By Jove I believe if I was running this church I would take him on trust. Solomon Hardcap.: I think it a very presumptuous letter. The idea. What does he expect?
And sure enough he was at the prayer-meeting in the evening, to the great surprise of everybody, and to the consternation of Mr. Hardcap, who found in the fact that an infidel came to the meeting, a confirmation of his opinion that it was a desecration of the Sabbath and the sanctuary. Mrs.
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