Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1864-12-08
az should not, = said Mr.. ssrvio., "se,er.

thelcss, l fear they will" a. Ir ~
well, perhaps may feel it my duty to
give something" said the deacon.
IF you would only give us that lot Of
land this SIDE the factory, to put our hall
on" said Mr. Service.
"Why, Mr.. Service, you amt up in busi.
ness matters" said Mr.. Pettisol, with q pa
tronizing smile; that lot OF land is rising
in value ten per cent. q year"
''For oil that, think it would be your
best investment TO give it for this cause. 1t
10 10 one sense far more our business to take
care Of these factsry people than it is the
business Of the owners Of the factory
They do not live here. They have no chill
dren here. They will not, in their persons
or their families, suffer as we shall. from
leaving them to 20 to ruin"
"Who wants to leave them to 70 .ts
ruin2" said Mr.. Pettisol2 Cant they
come to our church if they want to There
are free seats in the gallery, without eur
going down to build place for them"
But they WON'T come tc eur church, and
experience has shown they will come to q
place appropriated to them alene. Our
poor little roem is crowded every Sunday,
and some 60 away for want of room"
"Well, Mr.. Service, I'll think Of it, and
send you something, though must say l
don't think as you do. If the people won t
attend the stated means Of grace, really
don't see the need Of going down on cur
knees to them-it's their own affairs after
ALL"
''Ths Lsrd Jesus didn't think it our own
affair whether we went to destruction or
not" said Mr.. Service. "He did much
more, ono would think, than his part. We
were enemies, and he left heaven for US,
lived poer all his life, died the worst Of
deaths; and is he to do all this for US SD
we feel that We are not to lift 9 finger for
each other 2"
well, we'll, Mr.. Service I'll think Of il,
and let you know. I'llsubscribe something"
raid Dir. Pettissl, and 50 the minister rese
and left.
He is good man, my dear, said Jede-
diah Pettisol. VI believe Mr.; Service is
very good man-bus doubt about his or
thodoxy." :.
"Why, my DEAR" said Mrs. Pettisol,
'Ohi" these modern young ministers,
carry the worh on their shoulders, but
they're dumb on the doctrines. He says he
believes them, but he don't preach them.
reignty and mans dependence since he's
he would be quister.'
said about our children 10 ridiculous. I'd
risk eur Jonny anywhere little fellow,
he went to bed with the headache, early
this morning."
The fact was, that, ''our Jouny," at the
moment these words were spoken. was far
enough from his bed. He was, in fact down
At Smiths factory, learning to play poker
with Mike Dornor, sharp, shrewd, sdroit,
droll fellow, who led all the boys Of tho vii
lage, and had taken entire possession Of
Jonny Pettisol. -..,
The nsat morning Mr.. Psttisol enclosed
in very cold note, sevonty.6vs cents to
his minister.
Shortly after, secret dissatisfaction arose
in the parish. Mr.. Service was accused of
heresy. There was great meeting of coun-
sells, much talk and discussion. Poor Mr..
Service was badgered and baited, and ebli-
ged TO spend so many anxious hours, and so
much time and strength in explaining ex
actly his views Of the consistence Of Gods
DEGREES with human ability, and ia defining
the exact state of the heather in the future
world, that the heather in Smithville were
left to go on their own way. In short
time Mr.. Service was dismissed, the church
hired ministers at ten dollars Sabbath to sup
ply the pulpit-and said that this was econ
emy. Grog-shops grew up in, the village,
the psor-house incrs sased its inmates, boys
grew up goddess, dissipated young men
broke their fathers and mothers hearts,
and Jonny Pettisel first and foremost.
There were days, long and bitter, when
Mr.. Pettisol, old and trembling with par
alysis, and his wife, sad and broken. hearted,
wept over their spendthrift, undutiful sons,
and wondered why they should have turned
cut so bad in spite Of such exosllent instruc.
tion: The dockweed and caterpillars could
not be got out Of Jedediah's field with all
his energyI and in his own secret soul while
trembling on tho verge Of eternity, and re-
viewing the use he had made of his life, he
sometimes remembered Mr.. Service and
wished he had given more thought to the
great doctrine, ''Lsok not every man on his
own thin0o hut avaru m lsn op th hnz thi N