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Father Beason nodded emphatic approval.
"I don't know, I'm sure," said the Rev. Jeremiah Wilks, "what you
Brethren are going to do. If you hit on any plan to raise the money
for all this, I'd like to know what it is. I'm going night and day
now, trying to raise the debt on our new organ, and I've got to raise
our benevolences yet; and besides this, my own salary is behind. I'm
doing more work than any three preachers in the city. I tell you, the
men who have got the money are going to hang on to it. There's Mr.
Richman; I met him on the street yesterday; he was talking with a
friend; and I stopped and said: Good morning, Brother Richman--he's
not a member of any church you know. I only called him Brother to make
him feel good you know. He said: Good morning, Reverend; kind of short;
and then deliberately turned his back on me and went on talking with
his friend. I didn't like to leave him like that, you know, for he's
got a lot of money, I'm told. And you know we preachers never would
get anything if we always quit like that; so I said, Brother Richman,
I don't like to interrupt you, but can't you give me a little something
this morning? I'm behind on our new organ, and on our benevolences and
some other things, and my own salary is not all paid yet. I thought
maybe you would help me a little. He looked at me a minute, then said
with a sneer: 'I always like to know what returns I may expect for the
money I invest. I'm no church member, that I have money to throw away.
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