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Show Going Down. The pastor looked over his glasses and shook his uncut locks. "Carrying out my original declaration," declara-tion," he said, "I'm about to call tbe names of those persons who are now asleep in the congregation. John Stackpole!" There was no response. "John Stackpole!" The stout man stirred again. "Be down in a minute," he drowsily called. "Keep things hot for me." The pastor's voice rag out: "You're going down, all right, John Stackpole," he roared; "and things will be kept very, very hot for you! Let us now sing the ninety-ninth hymn." |