The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-05-29
EXCITING CHURCH SCENE.
Turning Holy Water Into WhislSy-Wrest-
ling with the Evil Spirit.

Philadelphia Special.
A very exciting time was enjoyed last
night by the congregation of the Union
Baptist Church, on Minister street. below
Sixth. The worshipers at the Union Bap-
fist Church are all colored people. Some
| time ago the demon of discord broke loose
in their midst and inspired a general fight.
in which several of the brethren and sisters
were more or less severely wounded At
| last nights meeting about $50 members were
present. A revival has been in progress for
several weeks. The converts, fifteen in num-
| Der, are to be baptised on Sunday. The con-
gregation met to hear the testimony of the
| converts.
DE bredren and sistern will come to
order" said Brother William Wallace, the
pastor, IAN de water mothers will lead in
de candidates for de rite of baptism" The
first candidate was a neat looking, young
| colored woman. Brother Wallace asked her
a question or two. She hesitated. He
answered his own question. She repeated
the one after him. Brother Abram Fisher
rose from his seat in the rear of the church.
| "Brudder Wallace, it is customary in de
church that candidates for de rite of baptism
shall be called on for to relate their religious
experience, and l object to your questionin'
/ of DEM"
'Yar, Var, Brudder Wallace doan We listen
to de voice of &c debbil," shouted deep
bass voice. As she spoke, Sister Margaret
Moonly, whose fighting weight is 200 pounds,
leaped from her seat. She was savage and
! sweating She made for Brother Fisher She
| quared off in front of Brother Fisher.
aye debbh,p she said, why am We standin'
in de way OBJ de work OBJ de church," Bro
| Their Fisher was resolute His excitement got
the better of his English, which is generally
one of the most accurate languages talked in
the Union Church.
"Sister Moonly," he said eff we are comm
| here to turn water into whisky by breathn'
on it, ye'd better go home and try it there I"
Sister Moonly waited no longer. She made
for Brother Fisher He retreated The con-
gregation was in an uproar. As she climbed
| over q pew a stout peace making brother
came within range.
"Sster, forbear," he said "Shut up de vio-
| Inns of your wrath, and forget as yer would
be forsoken." Sister Moonly did not answer.
She planted one foot firmly on the pew seat,
| and the other crosswise over the three lower
buttons on the corpulent brothers long vest.
The brother was picked up in the middle OF
the aisle. The sexton, the board of trustees
and the president of the Ladies' Mite Society
came to the rescue. IS aeno
Bounce the sister till she cools down."
cried hundred voices. Brother Wallace
did not interfere. They grabbed the big
woman. and by much hauling dragged her
out into the entry.
ooh! my eye," cried Justice Jones. His
eve was safe but Sister Moonly's finger nails
had pared the near side of his nose. Brother
Horatius Tarquin Boyer who weighs IT'S
pounds in ring costume, pressed in front.
LET me wrestle with her." he cried In q
minute and half she had been landed on
the sidewalk. In her hand she still carried
baggy, green umbrella. AS brother Boyer
turned to go into church that umbrella
struck him on the left ear in style which
sent him to condole with Brother Jones. II
| was with much difficulty that the congrega-
| a; tn nrJar Int Rrofhar al.
lace finally dismissed them with the benedc.
ton, and the lights were turned out, but not
until Brother White had shaken his fist
under Trustee Austin's nose.