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I am not a great preacher, I know, but then there are worse. I don't, at least I think I don't, talk nonsense. And I am not what Mr. McFettridge calls a 'good mixer. On the other hand, I think Mr. Innes is right when he says the bairns like me; at least, it would break" he paused, his lip quivering, then he went on quietly "it would be very hard to think they didn't."
"Or prohibition," shouted Harry Hobbs from the rear, to the undiluted joy of the youngsters in his vicinity. The minister shook his head at him. "Yes, prohibition," answered Mr. McFettridge, facing toward the rear of the church defiantly.
"There is something more than mere arrears much more " "Ay, there is," emphatically declared Mr. McFettridge, rising straight and stiff. "I'm for plain speakin'. The finances is not the worst about this congregation. The congregation has fallen off. Other churches in this village has good congregations. Why shouldn't we? The truth is, Mr. Chairman," Mr.
Boggs again. "A mixer! Exactly!" agreed the chairman. "A mixer!" nodding pleasantly at Mr. Boggs. "And another thing I will say," continued Mr. McFettridge, "now that I am on my feet. We want a preacher that will stick to his job that will preach the gospel and not go meddlin' with other matters with politics and such like."
McFettridge's voice rolled deep and sonorous over the audience "we want a popular preacher a preacher that draws a preacher with some pep." "Hear! hear!" cried Mr. Boggs. "Pep's what we want. That's it pep." "Pep," echoed the chairman. "Exactly so, pep." "More than that," continued Mr. McFettridge, "we want a minister that's a good mixer one that stands in with the boys." "Hear! Hear!" cried Mr.
McFettridge!" cried the young man at the desk. "It was quite involuntary, I assure you." Then, quickly recovering himself, he added, "And now we shall conclude the service by singing the seventy-ninth hymn." Before the last verse was sung he reminded the audience of the congregational meeting immediately following, and without further comment the service was brought to a close.
We both feel a little sore naturally, but the future is all right." "True, my dear boy, true. I was forgetting myself. As you say, the world is wide and your place is waiting." "Hello! here comes my friend, Mr. Duff," said Barry in a low voice. "He was ready to throw Mr. McFettridge out of the meeting yesterday, body and bones. Awfully funny, if it hadn't been in church. Wonder what he wants!
Before the astonished and enraged Mr. McFettridge could gather his wits sufficiently for action, there rang over the astonished congregation a peal of boyish laughter. It was from the minister. A few irrepressible youngsters joined in the laugh; the rest of the congregation, however, were held rigid in the grip of a shocked amazement. "Oh, I say! do forgive me, Mr.
The astonished Boggs, finding himself thus deposited upon the floor, and beholding the irate face of Mr. McFettridge glooming down upon him, and fancying him to be the cause of his present humiliating position, sprang to his feet, swung a violent blow upon Mr. Fettridge's ear, exclaiming sotto voce: "Take that, will you! And mind your own business! You were sleeping yourself, anyway!"
McFettridge, whose usually erect form, yielding to the soporific influences of the environment, showed a tendency gradually to sag into an attitude, relaxed and formless, which suggested sleep. This, to the lady behind him, partook of the nature of an affront to her minister. Consequently she considered it her duty to arouse the snoozing McFettridge with a vigorous poke in the small of the back.
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