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The Chautauqua Girls At Home

Chapter 9 A WHITE SUNDAY.

Word Count: 2952    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

s' was the Sunday-school, and the place that our girls were to take in it, Flossy was n

been Ruth or Marion who had made the same request, it would have been unhesitatingly granted. The doctor had a high opinion of the intell

no more idea that she could teach than that a humming-bird could; and of all classes i

lly afraid. I wouldn't have you tried and discouraged by them. We are at a loss what to do with them, I will admit; for no one who can do it seems willing to try them. In fact, I am not sure that we have anyone who can. I understand your motive, Miss Flossy, and appreciate your zeal; but you must not crush yourself in that way. Since you have been

ld not be offended with his plain speaking, and that some good angel wo

ttle Flossy, though sorely disappointed, so much so that she could hardly keep the tears from rising, admitted that s

re talk, it was decided that they all join Dr. Dennis' class, every one of them expressing a prompt preference for that class above the others. In his heart Dr.

hey had ideas of their own, and they belonged to that part of the world which is hard to govern. They would have Mi

teaching; she is but a learner herself; she feels that her place is in the

" queried Rich. Johnson, with his k

truthful man do but slowly shake

but I advised her to join

and she is the first one we ever had that we cared a snap for. We had just about made up

novel report. A gleam of satisfaction, not to say triumph, lighted up her pretty face, and aglow with smiles and blushes, she made her way with alacrity to her chosen class. Teachers and scholars thoroughly suited with eac

is almost impossible to supply; no on

ary class, eh; it is hard to manage; and yet, with all th

esent," Mr. Stuart s

ignored t

g up of his thoughtful face. "Get Miss Wilbur to go in the

ted in unqualif

voice, "that you seriously objected t

with a happy smile, "or, the Lord has cha

our girls

ng to be no other attraction, a much larger number than usual of the First Church people got out to the second ser

another sermon from Dr. Dennis, in order that he might have the p

he longing desire for the coming of the Spirit of God into their midst. At the sermon's close, he took what, for the First Church, was a very wi

a desire to be numbered with the Lord's friends, that they are willing to ask us to pray for them, to the end that they may be found of him. Is t

had made speeches, many of them, on the questions to be presented; they had added their voice to the pastor's explanations; they had urged the wisdom and the propriety of the question presented; they had said they earnestly hoped the matter would meet careful a

of any sort, had the least idea of audibly hoping that the pastor's words would receive thoughtful at

e sufficiently composed to flow in their accustomed channels, many, almost unconsciously to themselves, prepar

trange th

r. Dennis be

orce the private lives of

attempt to get u

nd mistaken zeal, which would hav

d to be joining in the hymn of praise, were suddenly cut short by the sound of Dr. Dennis' voice ag

I want to ask if there are any in this congregation who have lately proved the truth of the doctrine that there is a Saviour from sin, and a peace that the world cannot give. If there are those present, who have de

than the last. The wise ones were sure that there had been no conversions in a long time. So

e that solemn hush, almost of heart-beatings, which betokens

m! Who were they? Why, that little, volatile Flossy Shipley was one! How strange! And that girl in

doctor's pew stood Eurie, the young lady who was so free and careless in her manners and address, that, were it not

o-night their daughters sat beside them, unable to rise, in any way to testify to the truth of the religion of Jesus Christ; and Eurie Mitchell,

o that great Sunday-school meeting at Chautauqua. How foolish the scheme had seemed to them when they heard of it

here were those in the first church, as, indeed, there are many in every chur

itness. He was only a poor young fellow, a day laborer in one of the machine shops, a new-comer to the city. He

s as he is among the wealthy and influential, had whispered to him that the pastor did not mean such as he; no one knew him, his influence would be nothing. This church was too

posure testifying to their love for the Lord, John Warden's earnest soul was moved to shame at his own shrin

e way was made so plain and so easy to them. Each of them had friends whom they especially desired to have know of the recent and great change that had come to their

, and their own future determination as to life was carefully explained for them. There was nothing to d

ught that they were occupying a conspicuous position affect them. They were used to conspicuous positions; they

al entertainment that brought them most conspicuously before an audience thre

r the Lord Jesus Christ, than it does to stand up for anything else under the sun; Satan was

set herself with earnest soul and solemn purpose to follow the light wherever it should shine, without allowin

s fully pronounced. "I was very glad to see you to-night. I am not sure that I have e

nd number, and business were written therein, and John Warden felt for the first time in his life as

and Eurie were right behind him. Mario

ether," she said. "We ought to shake han

ave occurred to her to do, slipped from her place beside Col. Baker, and, holding her lavender kidded little hand out to his broad brown palm, said, with a gr

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