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Reverend
Sykes
then
called
on
the
Lord
to
bless
the
sick
and
the
suffering
,
a
procedure
no
different
from
our
church
practice
,
except
Reverend
Sykes
directed
the
Deity
’
s
attention
to
several
specific
cases
.
His
sermon
was
a
forthright
denunciation
of
sin
,
an
austere
declaration
of
the
motto
on
the
wall
behind
him
:
he
warned
his
flock
against
the
evils
of
heady
brews
,
gambling
,
and
strange
women
.
Bootleggers
caused
enough
trouble
in
the
Quarters
,
but
women
were
worse
.
Again
,
as
I
had
often
met
it
in
my
own
church
,
I
was
confronted
with
the
Impurity
of
Women
doctrine
that
seemed
to
preoccupy
all
clergymen
.
Jem
and
I
had
heard
the
same
sermon
Sunday
after
Sunday
,
with
only
one
exception
.
Reverend
Sykes
used
his
pulpit
more
freely
to
express
his
views
on
individual
lapses
from
grace
:
Jim
Hardy
had
been
absent
from
church
for
five
Sundays
and
he
wasn
’
t
sick
;
Constance
Jackson
had
better
watch
her
ways
—
she
was
in
grave
danger
for
quarreling
with
her
neighbors
;
she
had
erected
the
only
spite
fence
in
the
history
of
the
Quarters
.
Reverend
Sykes
closed
his
sermon
.
He
stood
beside
a
table
in
front
of
the
pulpit
and
requested
the
morning
offering
,
a
proceeding
that
was
strange
to
Jem
and
me
.
One
by
one
,
the
congregation
came
forward
and
dropped
nickels
and
dimes
into
a
black
enameled
coffee
can
.
Jem
and
I
followed
suit
,
and
received
a
soft
,
"
Thank
you
,
thank
you
,
"
as
our
dimes
clinked
.
To
our
amazement
,
Reverend
Sykes
emptied
the
can
onto
the
table
and
raked
the
coins
into
his
hand
.
He
straightened
up
and
said
,
"
This
is
not
enough
,
we
must
have
ten
dollars
.
"
The
congregation
stirred
.
"
You
all
know
what
it
’
s
for
—
Helen
can
’
t
leave
those
children
to
work
while
Tom
’
s
in
jail
.
If
everybody
gives
one
more
dime
,
we
’
ll
have
it
—
"
Reverend
Sykes
waved
his
hand
and
called
to
someone
in
the
back
of
the
church
.
"
Alec
,
shut
the
doors
.
Nobody
leaves
here
till
we
have
ten
dollars
.
"
Calpurnia
scratched
in
her
handbag
and
brought
forth
a
battered
leather
coin
purse
.
"
Naw
Cal
,
"
Jem
whispered
,
when
she
handed
him
a
shiny
quarter
,
"
we
can
put
ours
in
.
Gimme
your
dime
,
Scout
.
"
The
church
was
becoming
stuffy
,
and
it
occurred
to
me
that
Reverend
Sykes
intended
to
sweat
the
amount
due
out
of
his
flock
.
Fans
crackled
,
feet
shuffled
,
tobacco
-
chewers
were
in
agony
.
Reverend
Sykes
startled
me
by
saying
sternly
,
"
Carlow
Richardson
,
I
haven
’
t
seen
you
up
this
aisle
yet
.
"
