Now, marse cap'n, w'at fo' you go way in the de
dark, you dunno whar? De bressed Lawd say, I go ter prepare a place
fer you. Now you des let young mistis write ter yo' folks dat you
gwine wid Jesus ter dat ar place en dat you gwine ter wait fer dem
dar en welcome urn home bime by des lak dey wud welcome you home way
up Norf. Dat ud comf't em a heap, en hit's all true. I knows hit.
Young mistis berry sens'ble w'en she say we neber orter be bawn ef
hit ain' true."
The officer looked fixedly at the tearful, wrinkled face for a few
moments and then said firmly, "I'll soon find out if it's true. If I
do this thing at all, I'll do it in the only way I can. Miss Baron,
you may write to my wife that I accept her faith. It's much the same
as Uncle Lusthah's--too simple and unphilosophical, I used to think;
but it meets my need now. I can't deal even with God in any other
way than this. The mind he has endowed me with revolts at anything
else as hypocritical. I can and do say that I will accept in
grateful, downright sincerity the terms which Uncle Lusthah
accepted, which my wife accepted.
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