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"Oh, I don't care for the miracle," she kept lamenting, "but what are my children going to wear this winter? Oh, what will he say to me!" It was her husband she meant. The riot in Hingston's Mill, after the failure of Dylks to appear personally and work the promised miracle, left the question of his divinity where it had been.
In all there was an air of release, and the young people looked as if they were going to one of the social gatherings they would have called a frolic, in the backwoods phrase. Nancy heard a girl titter in response to her companion's daring whisper, "Wonder if Mis' Hingston's going to pass round the apples and cider."
"Joey will just think we've gone over to David's for a minute; he'll go to bed when he comes; he'll have had his supper at Peter Hingston's, anyway." As they walked away, she said, "You're a good man, Laban Billings, to feel the way you always do about Joey. You've been a true father to him; I wonder what his own father'd have been."
"He and Hingston's son took over the mill from Hingston, after he got too old for it, and carried it on together. Hingston wasn't one that hung on to the faith in Dylks, but he never made any fuss about giving it up. Just staid away from the Temple that the Little Flock built for themselves." "And is young Dylks still carrying on the milling business?" "Who? Joey? Oh, yes.
Hingston's quarter section of the richest farmland in the bottom bordered his mill privilege, with barns and corncribs and tobacco sheds, and his brick house behind the mill was the largest and finest dwelling in the place.
He married Benny Hingston's sister. Benny's wife died, and he lives with them." "And there ain't a better man in the whole of Leatherwood than Joey Billin's, as we always call him," Mrs. Braile put in. "He was the best boy anywhere, and he's the best man." "Well, it's likely to come out that way, sometimes," the Squire said with tender irony. "And you can't say," Mrs.
"Well, no, thank you, Squire," the man said, and at the same time he roused the claybank from an instant repose, and pushed her to the cabin steps. "I'm just on my way down to Brother Hingston's mill, and I reckon Sally don't want me to have any breakfast till I bring back the meal for her to git it with; anyway that's what she said when I left."
And you have to promise them a sign; you have to be fool enough to do that, though you know well enough you can't work the miracle." "You ain't sure you can't. You think, maybe " "Then, why," the Squire shouted at him, "why in the devil's name, didn't you work the miracle at Hingston's mill that night? Why didn't you turn that poor fool woman's bolt of linsey-woolsey into seamless raiment?"
I just thought I might ketch sight of the baby It's pretty hard to do without you both! And I was just passin' Well, they've knocked off work at the Corners, so's to come to the miracle at Hingston's Mill to-night But I'll go right away again, Nancy." "You needn't, Laban. Come in and see the baby." "Nancy!" he uttered joyfully. Then he faltered, "Do you think it will be right "
Dylks leaned forward against the pulpit desk and showed a few coins drawn from the pocket of Hingston's pantaloons which he was wearing. "These shall be enough, for out of these three rusty old coppers I can make millions of gold and silver dollars." The frenzy mounted, and the Herd of the Lost who began to tire of the sight, left the temple.
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