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Give em fits about tight-wad Christian business men willyou, Elmer?
Well, you
seem to have a good thing of it here, Eddie.
She had beencareless of grammar,
and given to vulgar barnyard illustrations. No street parades, and I guess
problywe do a lot of good, saving souls and so on. But his father and Dean
Trosperhad vouched for him, and Frank had been ordained. I could beat that
English preacher both ways from theace. Harry Zenz had alarge church in a West
Virginia mining town. I think youve plumbhypnotized me or something.
Swarming
over it all were lilies, roses and vines. No street parades, and I guess
problywe do a lot of good, saving souls and so on.
Swarming over it all were
lilies, roses and vines.
Why, I think thats fine, Brother Elmer, I really do.
But he went, that evening, to Miss Falconers meeting. I always do Jerusalem
theGolden on the cornet, first meeting.
Thats why I wanted to talk to you there
atthe tent.
But now Im ready to go back to the one jobIve ever cared about.
Weare all bored by tired old men explaining the Bible through theirnoses! But
when he reached her room by telephone she was curt. I shall never forget how
scornfully he turned upon me.
Elmer disposed of Cecil Aylston: To hell with
him! No street parades, and I guess problywe do a lot of good, saving souls and
so on.
Hes brought in lots of soulson that, yawned Sharon.
She had the
pitifully starved and home-tailored look of apreachers wife. He was the
smallboy seeking the praise of his mother.
As they metthey laughed, admitting
comradeship in folly.
I shall never forget how scornfully he turned upon me.
Tell me: didyou split wood and pull mustard when you were a boy?
Say, Sharon,
Imso glad it went over, because it was your show and I wanted to giveyou all I
could!
He was anOxonian, and it was almost the first time that Elmer had heard
anEnglishman read.
Elmer disposed of Cecil Aylston: To hell with him! I told
you once that I hadnt thebrains to rival the men evangelists.
Hes brought in
lots of soulson that, yawned Sharon.
Thinking to comforthim, I said, Old man,
it was Gods will that she be taken. He should have gone on tothe next town this
morning.
Art looked like one who was about to not lend money. When they reached
Lincoln, he was holding her hand and saying, Youpoor, dear, tired child! Go out
so I can sit down andtalk to her for a while. At the moment she was without a
permanent man first assistant.
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