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"Parsons hain't got no business to be a layin' up of earthly riches, and fifteen hundred dollars is a good deal of money to spend on bread and butter, now I tell you." "Mr. Hardcap," said I, "what do your tools cost you?" "My tools?" said he. "Yes," said I, "your tools. What do they cost you?"
We were in the Post Office, waiting for the distribution of the evening mail. Mr. Hardcap was one of our group. So was Deacon Goodsole. It was indeed a sort of extemporized and unintentional meeting of our supply committee, only Mr. Gear being absent. "The church won't give mor'n 1,200 with my advice," said Mr. Hardcap decidedly. "And that's mor'n I make.
Hardcap, "before the children go to bed; and I never let anything interfere with it." This in the tone of a defiant martyr; as one under the impression that we were living in the middle ages and that I was an Inquisitor ready to march the united family to the stake on the satisfactory evidence that the reading of the Bible was maintained in it.
Gear recommended that plan when we first met," said I. "He will approve of it. But how as to Mr. Hardcap?" "Oh! no matter about Hardcap," said Mr. Wheaton, "he's no account." "Excuse me," said I, "he is one of our committee and is of account." So after some consultation it was finally agreed that we should get off at the Mill Village Station to see Mr. Gear, and then walk up to Wheathedge.
She can't be maid of all work at home. I should be ashamed of the church to suffer it." "There certainly is a difference, Mr. Hardcap," said the Deacon. "Mrs. Hardcap may do her own washing. And if anybody finds her over the washtub Monday morning no one thinks the worse of her for it. But it really wouldn't do for our pastor's wife." Mr. Hardcap shook his head resolutely.
I begged him to proceed, and he did so, the defiant spirit a little mollified. He opened at a mark somewhere in Numbers. It was a chapter devoted to the names of the tribes and their families. Poor Mr. Hardcap! If he was defiant at the first threatening of martyrdom, he endured the infliction of the torture with a resolute bravery worthy of a covenanter.
"When you take a job Mr. Hardcap," said I, "do you expect to be paid according to the value of the work or according to the size of your family?" "Oh! that's a very different thing," said Mr. Hardcap, "very different." "Any way," said Mr. Wheaton, "Mr. Elder is entirely out of the question entirely so. Mr. Laicus can hardly have proposed him seriously."
Hardcap expressed his incredulity by a long whistle; and even Deacon Goodsole expressed a quiet doubt. But my father was a minister and I know something about it. "Look here," said I. "He must have at least two religious weeklies, one of his own denomination, and one of a more general character," and I took out a pencil and paper and noted down my list as I made it, "that's six dollars.
"Well," said I, "so far as salary goes I am prepared to vote for an increase to $1,500 and a parsonage. I don't live on less than twice that." Mr. Hardcap struck his hands down resolutely into his pockets and groaned audibly. "I am afraid we can't get it, Mr. Laicus," said Mr. Wheaton. "I believe a minister ought to have it, but I don't see where its coming from. We musn't burden the parish."
That would be the Bible." "You could hardly leave in all the Bible," said I. "You would have to cross out the parable of the prodigal son." "The parable of the prodigal son!" exclaimed Mr. Hardcap, in astonishment. "Yes," said I: "that is, if you did not allow any fiction in your Sunday reading." "Oh!" said he, "that's very different. That's not fiction; that's a parable.
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