A Knight of the Nineteenth CenturyRoe, Edward Payson
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A Knight of the Nineteenth Century
Roe, Edward Payson
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"Is Jesus Christ a farce?" asked the practical Mr. Growther, testily.
"What is the use of jumping five hundred miles from the truth because
you've happened to run afoul of some of those Pharisees that he cussed?"
Haldane laughed and said, "You have a matter-of-fact way of putting
things that there is no escaping. It will, probably, do me more good to
stay home and read the Bible to you than to be at church."
The confidential clerk, who had remained gossiping in the vestibule,
thought the scene he had witnessed worth mentioning to his employer, who
entered with Mrs. Arnot not very long after, and lingered for a word or
two. The man of business smiled grimly, and passed on. He usually
attended church once a day, partly from habit and partly because it was
the respectable thing to do. He had been known to remark that he never
lost anything by it, for some of his most successful moves suggested
themselves to his mind during the monotony of the service.
To annoy his wife, and also to gratify a disposition to sneer at the
faults of Christians, Mr. Arnot, at the dinner, commenced to commend
ironically the sexton's course.
"A most judicious man!" he affirmed. "Saint Peter himself at the gate
could not more accurately strain out the saints from the sinners--nay,
he is even keener-eyed than Saint Peter, for he can tell first-class
from second-class saints. Though our church is not full, I now
understand why we have a mission chapel. You may trust 'Jeems' to keep
out all but the very first-class--those who can exchange silk and
broadcloth for the white robe. But what on earth could have brought
about such a speedy transition from jail to church on the part of
Haldane?"
"I invited him," said Mrs. Arnot, in a pained tone; "but I did not think
it would be to meet with insult."
"Insult! Quite the reverse. I should think that such as he ought to feel
it an honor to be permitted a place among the second-class saints."
Mrs. Arnot's thoughts were very busy that afternoon. She was not by
nature an innovator, and, indeed, was inclined to accept the established
order of things without very close questioning. Her Christian life had
been developed chiefly by circumstances purely personal, and she had
unconsciously found walks of usefulness apart from the organized church
work. But she was a devout worshipper and a careful listener to the
truth. It had been her custom to ride to the morning service, and, as
they resided some distance from the church, to remain at home in the
evening, giving all in her employ a chance to go out.
Concerning the financial affairs of the church she was kept well
informed, for she was a liberal contributor, and also to all other good
causes presented. From earliest years her eye had always been accustomed
to the phases presented by a fashionable church, and everything moved
forward so quietly and with such sacred decorum that the thought of
anything wrong did not occur to her.
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