Well, when
Fiske's voice went soaring skyward and the rest joined
in, poor Ikey wakened with a start. He thought it was
just an ordinary singing and that everybody ought to
stand up, so he scrambled to his feet mighty quick,
knowing he'd get a combing down from Maria Millison for
sleeping in meeting. Fiske saw him, stopped and
shouted, `Another soul saved! Glory Hallelujah!' And
there was poor, frightened Ikey, only half awake and
yawning, never thinking about his soul at all. Poor
child, he never had time to think of anything but his
tired, overworked little body.
"Leslie went one night and the Fiske-man got right
after her--oh, he was especially anxious about the
souls of the nice-looking girls, believe me!--and he
hurt her feelings so she never went again. And then he
prayed every night after that, right in public, that
the Lord would soften her hard heart. Finally I went
to Mr. Leavitt, our minister then, and told him if he
didn't make Fiske stop that I'd just rise up the next
night and throw my hymn book at him when he mentioned
that `beautiful but unrepentant young woman.
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