Great Lowlands by Annie E Holdsworth

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV. Jacob Yates stood in the porch of the Independent Chapel, his lips tightened over his teeth, repressing his triumph. The chapel was already full, yet the street was busy with people hurrying to the service. He made quick calculations of the number that could be crushed into the communion rails...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV. Jacob Yates stood in the porch of the Independent Chapel, his lips tightened over his teeth, repressing his triumph. The chapel was already full, yet the street was busy with people hurrying to the service. He made quick calculations of the number that could be crushed into the communion rails and along the aisles. Ah, it was indeed time the new chapel was finished. He looked regretfully at the posters pinned over the table in the porch. A House of Dreams. Collection in aid of the Building-Fund. Those who were turned away were so much money lost to the Building - Fund. He wondered what the Minister meant by A House of Dreams. But it doesn't matter what he means: it's the way he says it that takes with the people, he reflected. Morning, Jacob, said a hearty voice. It was Eliza Clarke, best-bonneted and smiling. Jacob's Sunday severity maintained itself, but he stepped out of the porch for a gossip with her. There'll be a grand collection, he said, jerking his thumb towards the chapel. Then I'll save my penny, said Eliza. Let give and let give is my motto; and there's no need to encourage the cause when others will do it. You're right, said Jacob; the more we have, themore we had ought to cling to it. It's only them as has nothing can afford to give. I always say so, said Eliza cheerily; and the Lord has prospered my business. Yea, I have a goodly heritage. And no one to leave it to said Jacob. Eliza smiled genially. There's no telling. I ain't an old woman yet. Here's my old woman coming, sighed Jacob, his face dropping; and Jimmie with her. Mrs. Yates, a small, rigid woman, and her son, a long, lanky boy with white eyelashes, were on the road. They're a pretty pair, said Jacob bitterly. She's t...