“Yes, honey! I’m gwine ter seek dat Sanctification myself!” “Glory! We’se er comin’ on!” Aunt Julie Ann picked up the flat-iron. Isaac eyed her with suspicion but he was too much elated with his victory to notice anything unusual in her manner. “Ye b’lieves now in de Sanctification er de Lawd’s messenger Isaac A. Postle?” With a sudden flash of her eye Aunt Julie Ann hurled the flat-iron straight at the head of the Lord’s messenger saying: “No, I ain’t sed dat yit!” But Isaac was quick. He dodged in time. The corner of the flat-iron merely tipped his ear and smashed through the window. He grabbed his ear with sudden pain and gripped his switch with renewed zeal. “I see I’se des begun--one debble out, but dey’s six mo’ ter come!” Again he whipped her around the room, threw her down, held her hair and banged her head against the floor. “Fur de las’ time I axes ye, is de Lawd’s messenger, Isaac A. Postle, a sanctified one?” Bang! Bang! Bang! went her head against the planks. “Yes honey, I sees it now!” she cried with enthusiasm. “Dat’s de way!” “Does ye lub me fur showin’ ye de light?” Bang! Bang! went her head. “Yes, Lawd, I lub ye.” “Say it strong.” Bang! Bang! went her head. “I lubs ye, my honey, yes I do!” shouted Aunt Julie Ann. “An’ I’se de only man dat ye ebber lub?” A moment’s pause, and again bang! bang! went her head. Alfred couldn’t wait for the answer; he gripped his stick, sprang through the door, knocked the Apostle flat on his back, and jumped on him. Aunt Julie Ann was more astonished than Isaac at her sudden deliverance. She scrambled to her feet and gazed for a moment in amazement at Alfred as he pummelled Isaac’s head against the floor with one hand and pounded him with the other. At every thump of his head Isaac yelled: “God sabe me! de debble done got me! Help, Lawd, help! Save me Lawd--save me now!” Alfred pounded steadily away. Aunt Julie Ann, when she caught her breath, grasped Alfred’s arm and yelled: “What yer doin’ here, nigger!” He wrenched his arm loose from her grasp and hit Isaac a smashing blow in the mouth as he cried again for help. “Git often my ole man. I tell ye!” screamed Aunt Julie Ann, gripping Alfred by the throat. “Name er God, ’oman, what yer doin’ when I comes here ter save ye!” cried Alfred, wrenching himself from her grip and returning to his work on Isaac. “Git often ’im, I tell ye, fo’ I bus’ yer open!” she panted, towering above the writhing pair. She began to pound Alfred over the head with her fists, but he worked steadily away on Isaac without noticing the interruptions. Suddenly Aunt Julie Ann threw both arms around his neck, bent his lank figure double across Isaac’s prostrate form, and hurled her three hundred pounds squarely across the two writhing men. There was dead silence for a moment and then Isaac groaned: “God save me now! we’se bof gone! De house done fall on us!” “Na! honey, it’s me!” cried Aunt Julie Ann, “an’ I got ’im in de gills!”