{"product_id":"2940014015516","title":"DR. HEIDENHOFF'S PROCESS","description":"CHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe hand of the clock fastened up on the white wall of the conference\u003cbr\u003eroom, just over the framed card bearing the words \"Stand up for Jesus,\"\u003cbr\u003eand between two other similar cards, respectively bearing the sentences\u003cbr\u003e\"Come unto Me,\" and \"The Wonderful, the Counsellor,\" pointed to ten\u003cbr\u003eminutes of nine. As was usual at this period of Newville prayer-meetings,\u003cbr\u003ea prolonged pause had supervened. The regular standbyes had all taken\u003cbr\u003etheir usual part, and for any one to speak or pray would have been about\u003cbr\u003eas irregular as for one of the regulars to fail in doing so. For the\u003cbr\u003eattendants at Newville prayer-meetings were strictly divided into the two\u003cbr\u003eclasses of speakers and listeners, and, except during revivals or times\u003cbr\u003eof special interest, the distinction was scrupulously observed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDeacon Tuttle had spoken and prayed, Deacon Miller had prayed and spoken,\u003cbr\u003eBrother Hunt had amplified a point in last Sunday's sermon, Brother\u003cbr\u003eTaylor had called attention to a recent death in the village as a warning\u003cbr\u003eto sinners, and Sister Morris had prayed twice, the second time it must\u003cbr\u003ebe admitted, with a certain perceptible petulance of tone, as if willing\u003cbr\u003eto have it understood that she was doing more than ought to be expected\u003cbr\u003eof her. But while it was extremely improbable that any others of the\u003cbr\u003etwenty or thirty persons assembled would feel called on to break the\u003cbr\u003esilence, though it stretched to the crack of doom, yet, on the other\u003cbr\u003ehand, to close the meeting before the mill bell had struck nine would\u003cbr\u003ehave been regarded as a dangerous innovation. Accordingly, it only\u003cbr\u003eremained to wait in decorous silence during the remaining ten minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe clock ticked on with that judicial intonation characteristic of\u003cbr\u003etime-pieces that measure sacred time and wasted opportunities. At\u003cbr\u003eintervals the pastor, with an innocent affectation of having just\u003cbr\u003eobserved the silence, would remark: \"There is yet opportunity. . . . .\u003cbr\u003eTime is passing, brethren. . . . . Any brother or sister. . . . . We\u003cbr\u003eshall be glad to hear from any one.\" Farmer Bragg, tired with his day's\u003cbr\u003ehoeing, snored quietly in the corner of a seat. Mrs. Parker dropped a\u003cbr\u003ehymn-book. Little Tommy Blake, who had fallen over while napping and hit\u003cbr\u003ehis nose, snivelled under his breath. Madeline Brand, as she sat at the\u003cbr\u003emelodeon below the minister's desk, stifled a small yawn with her pretty\u003cbr\u003efingers. A June bug boomed through the open window and circled around\u003cbr\u003eDeacon Tuttle's head, affecting that good man with the solicitude\u003cbr\u003echaracteristic of bald-headed persons when buzzing things are about. Next\u003cbr\u003eit made a dive at Madeline, attracted, perhaps, by her shining eyes, and\u003cbr\u003ethe little gesture of panic with which she evaded it was the prettiest\u003cbr\u003ething in the world; at least, so it seemed to Henry Burr, a\u003cbr\u003ebroad-shouldered young fellow on the back seat, whose strong, serious\u003cbr\u003eface is just now lit up by a pleasant smile.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47083407933680,"sku":"2940014015516","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014015516_p0.jpg?v=1763598988","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014015516","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}