Unsolicited Writings

The church was icy cold, and he toiled in the cellar, stuffing wood into the
flaming maw of the steam-heater, till it was time to ring the bell. As he gave the
last stroke, Deacon Bradley approached him. Jehiel, Ive got a little job of
repairing I want you should do at my store, he said in the loud, slow speech of a
man important in the community. Come to the store to-morrow morning and see about
it. He passed on into his pew, which was at the back of the church near a steam
radiator, so that he was warm, no matter what the weather was.