"God knows what you need.

He sends sorrow to draw our souls nearer to Him." "Oh," she exclaimed, her voice broken and hoarse, "I don't want no good fer me, if Tom has to die fer it.

An' why should He love me instead o' Tom?
Oh, I don't want his love, as wouldn't give Tom another chance! He might 'a' been converted this next revival, fer you would 'a' preached hell,--I know you would, then.

No, I don't want no good as comes that way.

Oh, preacher, you ain't going to say you think my Tom's burning in hell this night, and me living to be made better by it?
Oh, no, no, no!" She crawled to his feet, and clasped his knees with her shaking arms.
"Say he isn't,--say he isn't!" But the presence of that dead man asserted the hopelessness of John's creed; no human pity could dim his faith, and he had no words of comfort for the distracted woman who clung to him.