The Story of a Country TownHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Story of a Country Town
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas -- Fiction
Mr. Shepherd came in at this moment, followed by his respectable wife
(who bowed stiffly to both of us at once, as though we were not worth
two separate efforts), and impressed me at once with his freedom for a
Sunday evening. It was a funeral day at our house, but Mr. Shepherd
laughed and talked as though we were at a party. As I looked at his pale
and effeminate face, I thought that his daughter was very much like him,
and that had a son been born to the family, he would have been like his
mother--quiet, dignified, and capable.
“I worked in the field so late Saturday,” he said, with the utmost
candor and freedom, “that I felt too tired to preach to-day, so I sent
word to your father that he would oblige me by preaching a sermon on
future punishment. It is one of the rules of the church that this
disagreeable topic be discussed from the pulpit at least once a year. I
dislike it, and am glad to shirk. Your father is very fond of the
subject, I am told. But no difference what he says about it, I will
apologize next Sunday, and deny it. The religion of Fairview seems to
make the people miserable; I shall change it if I can. I have been
religious all my life, and it never caused me a sorrow. I don’t believe
in devils much, but I believe a great deal in angels.”
As he looked at me as if he desired an expression on the subject, I said
angels were certainly the most comforting to think about.
“I have been much distressed by the unhappy faces I have seen since
coming here, and I hope I may be the humble instrument of brightening
them. The right kind of religion will put flowers in the yard, let
sunlight in at the window, and fill the house with content and
happiness. I became a Christian man because I longed for heaven, rather
than because I feared the dreadful abode of the wicked, and it is my
intention to introduce this gospel here.”
Mr. Shepherd was directing his conversation to me, as Mateel and Jo had
retired to another part of the room and were very much interested in
each other. I therefore wished him success in the undertaking.
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