We 've had some real fine , earnest men , who did a lot of good and made the old sinners squirm . But this Fiske-man was n't one of them . I had a good laugh all to myself one evening . Fiske had asked all who were Christians to stand up . I did n't , believe me ! I never had any use for that sort of thing . But most of them did , and then he asked all who wanted to be Christians to stand up . Nobody stirred for a spell , so Fiske started up a hymn at the top of his voice . Just in front of me poor little Ikey Baker was sitting in the Millison pew . He was a home boy , ten years old , and Millison just about worked him to death . The poor little creature was always so tired he fell asleep right off whenever he went to church or anywhere he could sit still for a few minutes . He 'd been sleeping all through the meeting , and I was thankful to see the poor child getting a rest , believe ME . 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 XXXXX after that , right in public , that the Lord would soften her hard heart .
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