The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-12-01
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that coloured sash thing on is back" said
this lady; but 1 as heard it amt no
Popery at all, but cause he's Marster
o Arts. or summat: a honor like he got at
college, Howsomever that be. I'm not
a-goin' to ha' thee philandering abaat o. a
Sund'y mornin' when I'm busy cookin' tn
dinner Maybe thou'd like ter go rat
catchin' o. Sundays like them men at tn
works as lives down tn Ropery. No. no,
thee wi thee white shirt an get off ter
tn chapel
And as Abel was an obedient man, he
continued to be one of the regular attenders
at Cask-lane.
What would happen with the Rev. Walter
Wigram was question fully discussed over
every cup of tea in marlborough. If the
regular subscribers were to cut off the sup
plies. where would the pastor be? But
then, supposing a few stayed away, would
the monetary loss be so great as not to be
made up from other sources?
Some folks, who knew how hard it was
to make ends meet at the chapel, shook
their heads; the hat had to go round every
year to make up the deficiency, the women
had to provide a bazaar whenever the place
wanted repairing, and 1t was necessary to
have a tumble sale every autumn to pro-
vide Goals for heating the place during
the winter months. Still, was it possible
others might increase their subscriptions?
There was Miss Wightman. who now came
regularly to both services every Sunday,
whereas when her father was alive she
only came in the morning. She was rich,
and understood to be on the side of Mr..
Wigram.
But as a matter of fact nobody knew
anything.
Old Silas Lee shook his head and said
they would see what they would see. There
was quarters salary almost due to the
parson. and the roof of the chapel wanted
repairing, and some new forms were needed
for the schoolroom, and a nice bill for plas-
tering up a broken piece of the wall. Well,
well. they would see, they would see!
The pastor refused to discuss the matter,
than usual, and wondered what was the
trump card he had up his sleeve.
When that card was played it was pity
Silas Lee was not at the chapel TO witness
the game The chapel was crowded, as it
always was Sunday evenings, because
the Rev. Mr.. Wigram had popular, yolu-
bic style which marlborough thought was
eloquence, and also because since his COM
ing the singing had been vastly improved,
and a solo had actually been sung on three
occasions by Miss Noble, who attended all
the little tea meetings and charity concerts
given in the town.
Besides. there was no dinner to get ready
on Sunday evenings, and the women at
tended in large numbers. Young shopmen
who had gone for walk in the morning,
or youths who were engaged in the big
iron works which disfigured one side Of
the quaint old town, and had lain in bed
till the dinner hour because they We're
tired came with their sweethearts and sat
in the gallery and wrote messages to one
! another on the fly leaf of the hymn books
and put pennies in the collection plate
Ana the evening service always seemed the
brightest and most cheerful and comforta-
bic
1t was the Sunday night before the usual
quarterly meeting of the congregation was
held, which was TO be on the Wednesday.
II desire" said Mr.. Wigram, after the
second hymn had been sung; that the
members OF this congregation and those
who are in sympathy with the work car
ried on in this place do kindly remain after
the close of the present service, for have
something Of Importance to communicate;
important to this congregation. and, 1 may
add. of Importance to myself as the pastor
of the congregation"
There was a gentle rustic OF excitement
through the pews, and everybody turned
TO his neighbor and put on a significant
look 1t was noticed. however, that for the
first time in several months Miss Wight
J man was not present.