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Dylks wouldn't do; or Brother Dylks, wouldn't. Father Dylks don't sound quite the thing " "Might try Uncle Dylks," Braile said, cackling round his pipe-stem, and now Sally perceived that it was in vain to attempt serious discussion of the point with him. She said, "Oh, pshaw, Squire Braile," and lankly let herself down sidewise from the porch, and flopped away on the road.
Folks there from twenty mile round, just slathers; I reckon there was a thousand if there was one." "Hoonch!" Braile would not trouble to take out his pipe in making the sound now; the smoke got into his lungs, and he coughed. Reverdy gained courage to go on, but he went on in the same strain, whether in spite of himself or not.
Next mornun' when they started out Brother Enraghty seen a bright ring round Dylks's head, and whenever Dylks got down to pray the ring just stayed in the air over the saddle tell he got back, and then it dropped round his head ag'in." Reverdy stopped for the effect, but Braile only said, "Go on! Go on!"
"Mis' Braile," he said for introduction to his wife, and explained to her, "A friend that I caught on the wing. I don't know that I did get your name?" "Mandeville T. J. Mandeville; I'm from Cambridge." "Thomas Jefferson, I suppose. Cambridge, Ohio back here?" "Massachusetts." "Well, you didn't sound like Ohio. I always like to make sure. Well, you must pull up.
Braile, impassively pouring him a third cup of coffee. "I jes' met Mis' Leonard comun' up the crossroad, and she tol' me she saw our claybank hitched here, and I s'picioned Abel was'nt fur off, and that's why I stopped." The husband and wife looked across the table in feigned fear and threat that gave them pleasure beyond speech.
Braile had already heard her explaining all this to his wife, but now he kept her for the full personal detail of the last night's event at the Temple. She ended an unsparing report of the wonders seen with a prophecy of wonders to come. "Why," Braile said, "I don't see what you want of a miracle more than what you've had already.
Sometimes I'm a mind to go to his house and get him to tell me what Tom Paine would do in my place." "You are pretty far gone, David. But I don't wonder at it; and I don't believe I think so badly of Matthew Braile, either.
"Oh, yes," the old man said with instant intelligence, "the Leatherwood God." "Yes," the other eagerly assented. "I was told, at your county seat, that I could learn all about it if I asked for Squire Braile, here."
It was just the queerness of the whole thing." Reverdy went over the facts again, beginning with deprecation for the Squire but gathering respect for them in the interest they seemed to have for Mrs. Braile. She listened silently, and then she asked, "And what became of him?" "Well, that's where you got me, Mrs. Braile. Don't anybody know what become of him.
"Tell her about that horse that broke into the meetin' last night, and tried to play man." Reverdy laughed, shaking his head over his plate of bacon and reaching for the corn-pone which Mrs. Braile passed him. "You do beat all, Squire, the way you take the shine off of religious experience. Why," he addressed himself to Mrs. Braile, "it wasn't much, as fur as anybody could make out.
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