This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ... XIX At the close of the final service the Rev. G. Algernon Guffey found himself the centre of a stormy group composed of the more prominent members of the church. Among the indignant murmurs which reached his ear the raucous voice of Deacon Scrimger cut like a rusty sickle. "Them words of Cynthia Day ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ... XIX At the close of the final service the Rev. G. Algernon Guffey found himself the centre of a stormy group composed of the more prominent members of the church. Among the indignant murmurs which reached his ear the raucous voice of Deacon Scrimger cut like a rusty sickle. "Them words of Cynthia Day's was jest the outcroppin' of the damnable heresies which hes be'n a-growin' up in this 'ere community fer years," declared the deacon, smiting his horny palms together in a fine frenzy of righteous indignation. "I shell insist on callin' a church meetin' an' gittin' right down to the root of the hull business." He glared malevolently at his pastor. "The' ain't no use in tryin' to save the unconverted out o' hell when perfessin' Christians is 'lowed to talk like that in a r'vival meetin'." Mr. Guffey raised his eyebrows. "Let us not be too hasty in condemning our sister," he said judicially. "It is not given to every man to be so filled with the consuming anxiety after righteousness which you manifest, Brother Scrimger. As it is written, 'The zeal of thy house hath eaten me up'." The deacon rolled his eyes proudly about the circle of attentive faces. "That's right, dominie; I ain't in favour of no halfway measures when it comes to r'ligious dis'pline," he remarked with a gratified chuckle. Then his lips tightened craftily. "I'd like a word with you in private, Brother Guffey," he whispered loudly, "concernin' the welfare of this branch of the Lord's Zion." The evangelist laid his hand on the old man's shoulder. "Let us first sleep over the matter, brother, and the Spirit may see fit to instruct us in the night season," he murmured pacifically. "A word to the wise is sufficient." "Well, I sh'd say Cynthia Day had ought to be dealt with...
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