A Protegee of Jack Hamlin's, and Other StoriesHarte, Bret
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A Protegee of Jack Hamlin's, and Other Stories
Harte, Bret
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories; Western stories
One or two, however, were disappointed that he had as yet given no
indication of that powerful exhortatory emotion for which he was famed,
and which had been said to excite certain corresponding corybantic
symptoms among his sensitive female worshipers. When the service was
over, and the congregation crowded around him, Sister Mary Strutt, on
the outer fringe of the assembly, confided to Sister Evans that she had
“hearn tell how that when he was over at Soquel he prayed that pow'ful
that all the wimmen got fits and tremblin' spells, and ole Mrs. Jackson
had to be hauled off his legs that she was kneelin' and claspin' while
wrestling with the Sperit.”
“I reckon we seemed kinder strange to him this morning, and he wanted to
jest feel his way to our hearts first,” exclaimed Brother Jonas Steers
politely. “He'll be more at home at evenin' service. It's queer that
some of the best exhortin' work is done arter early candlelight. I
reckon he's goin' to stop over with Deacon Bradley to dinner.”
But it appeared that the new preacher, now formally introduced as
Brother Seabright, was intending to walk over to Hemlock Mills to
dinner. He only asked to be directed the nearest way; he would not
trouble Brother Shadwell or Deacon Bradley to come with him.
“But here's Cissy Appleby lives within a mile o' thar, and you could
go along with her. She'd jest admire to show you the way,” interrupted
Brother Shadwell. “Wouldn't you, Cissy?”
Thus appealed to, the young chorister--a tall girl of sixteen or
seventeen--timidly raised her eyes to Brother Seabright as he was about
to repeat his former protestation, and he stopped.
“Ef the young lady IS goin' that way, it's only fair to accept her
kindness in a Christian sperit,” he said gently.
Cissy turned with a mingling of apology and bashfulness towards a young
fellow who seemed to be acting as her escort, but who was hesitating
in an equal bashfulness, when Seabright added: “And perhaps our young
friend will come too?”
But the young friend drew back with a confused laugh, and Brother
Seabright and Cissy passed out from the porch together. For a few
moments they mingled with the stream and conversation of the departing
congregation, but presently Cissy timidly indicated a diverging bypath,
and they both turned into it.
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