The Leatherwood God

ain't it just great? I feel like as if I could fly. I never seen the Power in Leatherwood like it was to-night. He's sent; you can tell that as plain as the nose on your face. How happy I

how it, and help the others to git it. What do

aps he will," the g

believe his talkun' with Squire Braile don't do him no good. You b'lieve Washington and Jefferson was friends with Tom Paine? The Squire says they was, but I misdoubt it, myself; I always hearn them two was good perfessun' Christians. Kind

lift the top rail of the bars to the lane leading from the road to her father

best girl I ever seen. I believe in my heart, I'l

said. "I'm not afraid

Janey. What do you do to

now. I just th

e voice to keep her courage up. "Well, I declare if we ain't there a're

irl said. "

ack with you myself," Sally called, as she lift

ing at the bars when she went back. H

in bed, Father," she s

; and it's hot indoors," he answe

ng's experience, she did not obey him, and he had to m

? I don

sk to come h

im. Sally Rever

I knew

r, I have a message for you. He said, 'I send my peace to h

knew that she kept out of her voice whateve

frown, but she was aware of it in his answ

elie

e? What do

hat he

hy

e made me; he made a

the door. He stood aside. "Go to bed now

t Na

o the Cross Roads, and she's ov

oy came into her voice, and the stra

d gone out. Nancy was sitting up in the bed she had made for herself on the floor, coiling a rope of her black hair into

ancy, may I

our father'll be hungry; he's b

e first, and then

eld, and gathered her apron full of the milky ears, and grated them for the cakes which her aunt mold

se, Jane," the mother said. "Don't put anything but it

t some water in the tub, and wash he

what our cow'd do this morning if it wasn't for Joey. But he'll milk her, hi

fter breakfast for her washing." She got the tin bucket from where it blazed a-tilt in the sun beside the back door of the cabin, an

ight back last night. I come here." She had got through without telli

ing sound of a cow's eager hoofs; the hoarse drumming of the milk in the bucket followed, subduing itself to the soft final murmur of

id, as she tilted the tin for the last drop on the little o

on you better call your father now. He must be ready for h

and went to the back door with it, and blew a l

rgling its delight in the noise when she came back. "Oh, honey,

kes of grated corn in the skillet, and set it among the coals

one of my own,

decent interval-"that you and Hughey Blake was goin' to make a match."

n't no

d with whatever change or f

baby the girl sank back on her hee

n't k

id he p

l Scripture; but it was like as if it

but seemed rapt from the sight of h

ncy stood staring at her, with words bitter beyond saying in her heart; words that rose in her thro

to her feet, and dashed from the door. The child looked after her with

father said, coming

the woods

ay, I

ster served him his breakfast. He ate greedily, but his hand t

g back from the board, she asked

hroat. "Nothing, yet. Let

his will, too! I'll have so

l, woman.

ul. He has as much

t half