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Chapter 12

           SadOctoberandhersadderselfseemedtheonlytwoexistenceshauntingthatlane.

           Asshewalked,however,somefootstepsapproachedbehindher,thefootstepsofaman;andowingtothebrisknessofhisadvancehewascloseatherheelsandhadsaid“Goodmorning”beforeshehadbeenlongawareofhispropinquity.Heappearedtobeanartisanofsomesort,andcarriedatinpotofredpaintinhishand.Heaskedinabusiness-likemannerifheshouldtakeherbasket,whichshepermittedhimtodo,walkingbesidehim.

           “ItisearlytobeastirthisSabbathmorn!”hesaidcheerfully.

           “Yes,”saidTess.

           “Whenmostpeopleareatrestfromtheirweek’swork.”Shealsoassentedtothis.

           “ThoughIdomorerealworktodaythanalltheweekbesides.”

           “Doyou?”

           “AlltheweekIworkforthegloryofman,andonSundayforthegloryofGod.That’smorerealthantheotherhey?Ihavealittletodohereatthisstile.”Themanturnedashespoketoanopeningattheroadsideleadingintoapasture.“Ifyou’llwaitamoment,”headded,“Ishallnotbelong.”

           Ashehadherbasketshecouldnotwelldootherwise;andshewaited,observinghim.Hesetdownherbasketandthetinpot,andstirringthepaintwiththebrushthatwasinitbeganpaintinglargesquarelettersonthemiddleboardofthethreecomposingthestile,placingacommaaftereachword,asiftogivepausewhilethatwordwasdrivenwellhometothereader’sheart

           THY,DAMNATION,SLUMBERETH,NOT.

           2Pet.ii.3.

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