he hall.

    urned  tle of coal and some kindling. Jake ch.

    Neatly icks of kindling over ion of paper.  to a system. At first t drae  of ne gave t of flame filled te.

    t morning ale aste. Jake gulped h file back of his

    hand.

    time ago,  of remind me of tle farm in texas. And made pralines to sell in ties. Sall, big, fine-looking lady. ore ters and clod.  ting at is t  been for  never   know. I would  been a preachead or a salesman.

    My w ed.’

    Jake shook his head wonderingly.

    to understand you got to kno before. You see, I lived in Gastonia , too small to put in t and got meals for pay. t, quick boy could make ty cents a day stringing tobacco not very far from t and made t ty cents a day.

    t  left my folks. I didnt e. tand ter but my sister.’

    I mean t belief was Jesus.

    tabernacle and preac. I  and listened and I got time I studied t I took a able. I o table and I looked at it and ttered and turned blue.’

    Jake  ed to te scar in ter.

    I ed to be an evangelist. I meant to travel around try preacime I moved around from one place to anoty I got to texas. I worked in a pecan grove near

    o knoo alked to me.

    Understand, I didnt begin to kno once. ts not t o any of us. It o read. I  so I could put aside enougo knock off for a  ime.

    Just us  means. e have opened our eyes and have seen. ere like people from way off yonder somewhere.’

    Singer agreed able in a  out from t tin box in