"
"Did ye ever," continued Jack solemnly, "know me to cuss, sass,
bully-rag, or say anything agin parsons, or the church?"
"No," said the crowd, overthrowing prudence in curiosity, "ye never
did,--we swear it! And now, what's up?"
"I ain't what you call 'a member in good standin','" he went on,
artistically protracting his climax. "I ain't be'n convicted o' sin;
I ain't 'a meek an' lowly follower;' I ain't be'n exactly what I orter
be'n; I hevn't lived anywhere up to my lights; but is thet a reason why
a parson should strike me?"
"Why? What? When did he? Who did?" asked the eager crowd, with one
voice.
Jack then painfully related how he had been invited by the Reverend
Mr. Withholder to attend the Bible class. How he had arrived early,
and found the church empty. How he had taken a seat near the door to
be handy when the parson came. How he just felt "kinder kam and good,"
listenin' to the flies buzzing, and must have fallen asleep,--only he
pulled himself up every time,--though, after all, it warn't no crime to
fall asleep in an empty church! How "all of a suddent" the parson came
in, "give him a clip side o' the head," and knocked him off the bench,
and left him there!
"But what did he SAY?" queried the crowd.
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