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Updated: June 5, 2025
Near Redfield sat David Gillespie with his eyes fixed on Dylks in a stare of hungry hate, and with him sat his daughter, who testified by her removal from the Little Flock her renunciation of her faith in him.
Day by day the faith in Dylks spread with circumstance which strengthened it in the converts; they accepted the differences which parted husband and wife, parent and child, and set strife between brothers and neighbors as proof of his divine authority to bring a sword; they knew by the hate and dissension which followed from his claim that it was of supernatural force, and when the pillars of the old spiritual temple fell one after another under his blows, they exalted in the ruin as the foundation of a new sanctuary.
"I go a long way off," Dylks proceeded, "and some of my beloved, even my Little Flock, cannot follow me; but though they cannot follow me, even the lame, halt, and blind shall be with me in the spirit, and shall behold the New Jerusalem where I will bring it down." Many of the Little Flock at this cried out, "Where will it be, Lord?" "Where will the New Jerusalem come down?" "How shall we see it?"
"She said " Dylks stopped, his mouth too dry to speak; he wetted his lips and whispered "She said to come to you; that you would know what it was best for me to do; to " He stopped again and asked, "Do you suppose any one will see me here?" "Oh, like as not. It's getting time for honest folks to be up and going to work.
Much obleeged to you all the same." The Squire followed her backward steps with his voice. "If you should happen to see Jim Redfield on his way to his tobacco patch, I wish you'd tell him to come here; I'd like to see him." He went in again to Dylks. "What are you going to do with me, Squire Braile?" he entreated. "You're not going to give me up?"
Matthew Braile was sitting in his wonted place, with his chair tilted against his porch wall, smoking. Dylks faltered a moment at the bars of the lane from the field of tall corn where he had been finding his way unseen from Nancy's cabin. He lowered two of the middle bars and when he had put them up on the other side he stood looking toward the old man.
"Oh, I don't know. All the boys are goin'. And I never seen a miracle yet." "Do you believe he can do a miracle?" "Well, it would be some fun to see what he would do if he didn't. I'd like to hear what he'd say." "And what would you think if he did do it? That he was God?" "Oh, no, mother! He couldn't be. Mr. Dylks couldn't. I ain't ever thought for a minute that he was that."
You mean you know where he is?" "Yes." "Well, all I've got to say is that if I can lay hands on that fellow he won't give me the slip again." "Well, suppose we try," the Squire said, and he opened the door into the room where Dylks was cowering, and remarked with a sort of casualness, as if the fact would perhaps interest them both, "Here's one of the Lost, Dylks.
"Just, 'You come home with me, and he looked so black that Hughey Blake he kind o' started from where he was standun' with the unbelievers, and he says, 'Oh, don't, Mr. Gillespie! like that and Jane she said, 'It's my father, Hugh, and she went along with him, kind o' wild lookun', like she was walkun' in her sleep. I noticed it at the time." "Didn't Dylks do anything say anything?"
Sighs and groans of ecstasy went up from the Flock at each of the studied pauses which Dylks made in recounting the wonders of the heavenly city, fancied one after another at the impulse of their expectation. At the end they swarmed forward to the altar place and flung themselves on the ground, and heaped the pulpit steps with their bodies. "Take us with you, Lord!" they entreated.
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