That afternoon he smiled quizzically as
h" found himself carrying the milk buckets
for Matt, as theytrudged along side by
side, but her eyes were fixed on tlio
golden sunset beyond. Presently she said
softly: "I reckon the wrong side uv the
cloud is jes' as pretty as this un, ’cause
that’s the one the angels looks at.”
"I suppose so,” he answered vaguely,
and she went on eonfid-•ntially:
"It don’t look like folks thinks ’nough
uv the lovely cover the Lord put over the
earth; mebbe its the floor of heaven an,
we jes’ set* the glory a shinin’ through."
She gave him a quick, appealing glance as
she continued: "I ain’ never got religion,
but they do say as how ever’l hing's jtow’r
ftil pretty in heaven. We’s all Baptists by
nature up heer. but one Sunday 1 heel’d a
T’iseapalian preacher wuz goin’ to exhort
down at I lick's cross road that s bout
I five miles from here an' somethin’ told
me to go to beer him, as we <1 never had
any o' his persuasion in these pails.
Folks didn't like 'im. He didn’t holler
but mebbe he could nt help that, tin *ie
looked like his lungs wuz weak, and he
didn't talk nothin’ bout the fiery pit an
sech like, as we wuz custom to, so his
preachin' warn’l ginrally edityin : but
somehow 1 felt like he wuz a talkin to
me. an’ it done me more good n any sermon
1 ever heel’d. ......
"Yes,” her listener said. with a sym
pathetic smile, as she hesitated, and thus
encouraged she went on.
