As the special meetings at the church went on, Deacon Quickset began to fear that he had made a mistake.

He had taken an active part in all previous meetings of the same kind for more than twenty-five years.

The results of some of them had been very satisfactory, and the deacon modestly but nevertheless with much self-gratulation had recounted his own services in all of them.
"Whoso converteth a sinner from the error of his ways shall save a soul from death and cover a multitude of sins; that is what the good book says," said the deacon to himself one day, as he walked from his house to his place of business; "and considering the number of people that I have helped to snatch as brands from the burning, it does seem to me that I must have covered a good many sins of my own,--such as they are.
I'm only a human being, and a poor, weak, and sinful creature, but there's certainly a good many folks in this town that would not have started in the right way when they did if it hadn't been for what I said to them.

Now, here's the biggest movement of the kind going on that ever was known in this town, and I'm out of it.

What for?
Just because I don't agree with Sam Kimper.