Happily for Elsie, a Sunday feeling
soon possessed her, for Dexie, in the fulness of her heart, could not be
silent, and as ordinary talk seemed out of place in the Sabbath stillness,
she began to sing.
Elsie's voice soon joined the rest, and the sound of harmony rolled along
with the carriage, and before they reached the church of the Jerkers, Elsie
felt more at ease with herself and her surroundings.
It seems passing strange that while the Shakers, Quakers and other peculiar
sects have all come in for a share of newspaper discussion, this most
peculiar sect called McDonaldites, or Jerkers, have escaped the pen of the
reporter. This may be due to the fact that, during the life of the great
McDonald, Prince Edward Island was considered by travellers to be rather an
out-of-the-way place and not worth visiting. But year by year the army of
tourists is increasing, as the Garden of the St. Lawrence becomes better
known, and a visit to a McDonaldite church may yet be one of the sights in
store for my reader, for it is doubtful if such a sight can be witnessed in
any other civilized community.
McDonald, the leader of the sect, has been dead many years.
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