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Updated: June 7, 2025
But when it comes to a woman standin' up in the house of the Lord and revilin' an elder as this woman is doin', why, I tremble, says he, 'for the church of Christ. For don't the Apostle Paul say, "Let your women keep silence in the church"? "As soon as he named the 'Postle Paul, Sally Ann give a kind of snort. Sally Ann was terrible free-spoken.
Some of them she had taken the trouble to read herself. But most were too trivial. Now, on the Saturday morning he said: "Come on, Postle, let's go through my letters, and you can have the birds and flowers." Mrs. Morel had done her Saturday's work on the Friday, because he was having a last day's holiday. She was making him a rice cake, which he loved, to take with him.
I can give my experience, can I? Well, that's jest what I'm a-doin', says she; 'and while I'm about it, says she, 'I'll give in some experience for 'Lizabeth and Maria and the rest of the women who, betwixt their husbands an' the 'Postle Paul, have about lost all the gumption and grit that the Lord started them out with.
How nateral he is! Guess they don't often see such a 'postle as that in these diggins. Yes, it's pretty is this cottage; but it's small, arter all. You feel like a squirrel in a cage, in it; you have to run round and round, and don't go forward none. What would a man do with a rifle here?
If the 'Postle Paul don't like what I'm sayin', let him rise up from his grave in Corinthians or Ephesians, or wherever he's buried, and say so. I've got a message from the Lord to the men folks of this church, and I'm goin' to deliver it, Paul or no Paul, says she.
'I know, says she, 'the law gives you the right to your wives' earnin's and everything they've got, down to the clothes on their backs; and I've always said there was some Kentucky law that was made for the express purpose of encouragin' men in their natural meanness, a p'int in which the Lord knows they don't need no encouragin'. There's some men, says she, 'that'll sneak behind the 'Postle Paul when they're plannin' any meanness against their wives, and some that runs to the law, and you're one of the law kind.
"Did it ruffle his pretty hair, then!" she cried; and, with her hair-comb, she combed him straight. "And his nice little moustache!" she exclaimed. She tilted his head back and combed his young moustache. "It's a wicked moustache, 'Postle," she said. "It's a red for danger. Have you got any of those cigarettes?" He pulled his cigarette-case from his pocket. Beatrice looked inside it.
"What are these, Nat?" asked Sylvia, with the interest that always won small people, because their quick instincts felt that it was sincere. "Them are spoons 'postle spoons, they call 'em.
How nateral he is! Guess they don't often see such a 'postle as that in these diggins. Yes, it's pretty is this cottage; but it's small, arter all. You feel like a squirrel in a cage, in it; you have to run round and round, and don't go forward none. What would a man do with a rifle here?
But I ain't goin' back with my bar' hands, for Dinshaw nor the 'Postle Paul, no, suh!" "Oh, you want a gun, eh?" said Trask. "I'll bet you couldn't hit the island from here with a gun." "Show me the gun," said Doc, eagerly. "I was in the army, if yo' all want to know. I got medals, yes, suh!" "All right," said Trask. "Go in and serve breakfast and I'll give you a gun.
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