But he saw, a block from the church, a new
apartment-house, andnear it an excavation.
I think Ill sneak up to Sparta this week, he fumed,
then: No! As he spoke Elmer was considering that ifhe was really to loosen up, he
could not have Cleo about.
Nothing that the bishop did in these critical days
wasnot known. I think Ill take a little walk, he muttered when they
reachedhome.
Dear Brother, your lovely sermon last Sunday about
Heaven was thefinest I have ever heard.
Fearless attack on all this drinking and this awful
seximmorality thats getting so prevalent.
Not only from his pulpit but in scattered halls
Elmer campaignedand thundered.
They looked as blank as they could, but their nails
creased theirpalms as the bishop rose. What the deucehad he intended to say about
communion?
The next Saturday Elmer advertised Is There a Real
Devil SneakingAround with Horns and Hoofs? Would Reverend Gantry speak at the Old
TownImprovement Association Banquet?
Do you expect to be made perfect in love in this
life? I heard your rotten old-fashioned sermon last Sunday. Presently he was keeping
it altogether; it was a settledthing that they had separate bedrooms.
Rigg,the famous criminal lawyer, a trustee of
Wellspring Church. Only,Im afraid my wife has a headache, poor girl. Im not goingto
run a soup-kitchen and tell a bunch of dirty bums to come toJesus.
He didlike to have his Christian brethren well
heeled. He didlike to have his Christian brethren well heeled.
The newspapers squealed andthe Presbyterians
bellowed and the rabbis softly chuckled. There was gleefuland unseemly applause, and
Elmer beamed. Her obvious admiration of Elmer convinced the better
clericalpoliticians of his domestic safeness.
On Sunday there were seven
hundredpresent.
Rigg, as to what fellow-clergymen in Zenith it
wouldbe worth his while to know.