r. Daniels that you kin work for him half a day
every day, an' that you 're a-goin' to put in the rest of your time at
the Bible Seminary. I 've made all the arrangements."
"But I don't want to be a preacher," the boy had retorted, with some
heat. "I 'd a good deal rather learn business, and some day start out
for myself."
"It ain't what some of us wants to do in this life; it 's what the Lord
appoints us to; an' it 's wicked fur you to rebel."
"I don't know how you can know so much what the Lord means for me to do.
I should think He would give His messages to those who are to do the
work."
"That 's right, Freddie Brent, sass me, sass me. That 's what I 've
struggled all the best days of my life to raise you fur."
"I 'm not sassing you, but--"
"Don't you think, Hester," broke in her husband, "that mebbe there 's
some truth in what Freddie says? Don't you think the Lord kind o'
whispers what He wants people to do in their own ears? Mebbe it was n't
never intended fur Freddie to be a preacher: there 's other ways o'
doin' good besides a-talkin' from the pulpit."
"I 'd be bound fur you, 'Liphalet: it 's a shame, you a-goin' ag'in' me,
after all I 've done to make Freddie material fit for the Lord's use.
Jest think what you 'll have to answer fur, a-helpin' this unruly boy to
shirk his dooty."
"I ain't a-goin' ag'in' you, Hester. You 're my wife, an' I 'low 'at
your jedgment 's purty sound on most things. I ain't a-goin' ag'in' you
at all, but--but--I was jest a-wonderin'."
The old man brought out the last words slowly, meditatively. He was
"jest a-wonderin'." His wife, though, never wondered.
"Mind you," she went on, "I say to you, Freddie, and to yore uncle
'Liphalet too, ef he upholds you, that it ain't me you 're a-rebellin'
against. It 's yore dooty an' the will o' God that you 're a-fightin'.
It 's easy enough to rebel against man; but do you know what you 're
a-doin' when you set yourself up against the Almighty? Do you want to do
that?"
"Yes," came the boy's answer like a flash. He was stung and irritated
into revolt, and a torrent of words poured from his lips unrestrained.
"I 'm tired of doing right. I 'm tired of being good. I 'm tired of
obeying God--"
"Freddie!" But over the dam the water was flowing with irresistible
force. The horror of his guardian's face and the terrible reproach in
her voice could not check the boy.
"Everything," he continued, "that I have ever wanted to do si
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