CHAPTER XVIII. DRED.

deblackness,anddarkness,andtempest.Hehan'tcometodeheavenlyJerusalem.Oh!Oh!honey!dere'sabloodofsprinklingdatspeakethbetterthingsdandatofAbel.Jerusalemaboveisfree—isfree,honeyso,don'tyoumind,now,whathappensindisyertime." "Ah,ah,AuntMilly!thismaydowellenoughforoldwomenlikeyoubut,standoppositetoayoungfellowlikeme,withgoodstrongarms,andapairofdoubledfists,andabodyandsouljustasfulloflightastheycanbeitdon'tanswertogototellingaboutaheavenlyJerusalem!Wewantsomethinghere.We'llhaveittoo!Howdoyouknowthereisanyheaven,anyhow?" "Knowit?"saidMilly,hereyekindling,andstrikingherstaffontheground."Knowit?IknowsitbydehankeringarteritIgotinhere"givingherbroadchestablowwhichmadeitresoundlikeabarrel."DeLordknowedwhathewas'boutwhenhemadeus.Whenhemadebabiesrootinground,withderpoorlittlemouthsopen,hemademilk,anddemammiesfor'emtoo.Chile,we'snothingbutgreatbabies,butan'tgotoureyesopened—rootingroundandroundbutdeFather'llfeedusyet—hewillso." "He'salongtimeaboutit,"saidHarry,sullenly. "Well,chile,an'titalongtime'foreyourcornsprouts—alongtime'foreitgetsintodeears?—butyouplantsforalldat.What'sdattomewhatIishere?—Shan'tIreignwithdeLordJesus?" "Idon'tknow,"saidHarry. "Well,honey,Idoes!JestsosureasI'sstandingondisyerground.IknowsinafewyearsIshallbereigningwithdeLordJesus,andacastingmycrownathisfeet.Dat'swhatIknows.Fleshandblooddidn'trevealituntome,butdeSpiritofdeFather.It'snooddstomewhatIdoeshereeveryroadleadsstraighttoglory,anddegloryan'tgotnoendtoit!"AndMillyupliftedhervoiceinafavoritestave— "Whenwe'vebeenderetenthousandyears, Brightshininglikedesun, We'venolessdaystosingGod'spraise Thanwhenwefirstbegun." "Chile,"saidshetohim,solemnly,"Ian'tafool.Doesyes'posedatIthinksfolkshasanybusinesstobesittingondercheersallderlifelong,andworkingme,andlivingonmymoney?Why,Iknowsdeyhan't!An'titallwrong,fromfusttolast,dewaydeymakesmerchandiseo'us!Why,IknowitisbutI'sstillaboutit,fordeLord'ssake.Idon'tworkforMissLooIworksfordeLordJesusandheisgoodpay—nomistake,nowItellyou." "Well,"saidHarry,alittleshaken,butnotconvinced,"afterall,thereisn'tmuchuseintryingtodoanyotherway.Butyou'reluckyinfeelingso,AuntMillybutIcan't." "Well,chile,anyway,don'tyoudonothingrash,anddon'tyouhearhim.Datarwayoutisthroughseasofblood.Why,chile,wouldyouturnagainstMissNina?Chile,iftheygetagoing,theywon'tsparenobody.Don'tyoustartupdatartiger'cause,Itellye,yecan'tchainhim,ifyedo!" "Yes,"saidHarry,"Iseeit'sallmadness,perfectmadnessthere'snousethinking,nousetalking.Well,good-morning,AuntMilly.Peacegowithyou!"Andtheyoungmanstartedhishorse,andwassoonoutofsight.