Old Mr. Jonathan had sharp eyes, an' he saw
I had begun to fail fast befo' he died. It's an amazin' thing to think
that even after all the morality is wrung out of human natur thar'll
still be a few drops of goodness left sometimes at the bottom of it."
"And if I don't do as he wished? What will come of it, then,
grandfather?"
"Then the bulk goes to help some po' heathens over yonder in China to
the Gospel. He was a strange man, was old Mr. Jonathan. Thar warn't
never any seein' through him, livin' or dead."
"Why did he ever come here in the beginning? He wasn't one of our
people."
"The wind blew him this way, pretty, an' he was never one to keep goin'
against the wind. When the last Jordan died childless an' the place was
put up to be sold, Mr. Jonathan read about it somewhar, an' it looked to
him as if all he had to do was to come down here an' bury himself alive
to git rid of temptation. But the only way to win against temptation is
to stand square an' grapple with it in the spot whar it finds you, an'
he came to know this, po' sinner, befo' he was done with it."
"He was a good soldier, wasn't he?" asked Molly.
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