Finally he said,-- "Nan, ain't you got nothin' else to do ?" "Nothin', that I know of," said the wife.
"Come an' set down alongside o' me, then, an' let me tell you about somethin' that come about while I was in the penitentiary.

Nan, a man that used to come there Sundays found me a-cryin' in my cell one Sunday; I couldn't help it, I felt so forlorn an' kind o' gone like.
I'd felt that way lots o' times before, when I was out an' around, but then I could get over it by takin' a drink.

There's always ways of gettin' a drink,--sweepin' out a saloon, or cuttin' wood agin' winter, when the saloon'll need it.

But there wasn't no chance to get a drink in jail, an' I was feelin' as if the under-pinnin' of me was gone.
"Well, the man said he knowed a friend that would stand by me an' cheer me up.

His name was Jesus.