Then Jasper Hendricks spoke. Every one turned to pay him particular attention. He was the one man in the neighborhood whom no one understood. He was strikingly handsome--tall, with soft black hair that seemed to worm itself into graceful curls. He was not saintly in his deportment. Often at night, while a furious storm was raging, and while the lightning painted in frightful colors a momentary picture on the cliffs, Hendricks, half drunk and chanting a stirring tune, had been seen to gallop at desperate speed through the crash and roar of the weather's awful outbreak. "Gentlemen," said Hendricks, "you air but pore proofs uv yo' faith. Ef you really believe whut you say you do--believe that thar is er crown that airter while will press with gentle soothin' on your troubled brows, you would long fur the time when you mout leave this world. The shinin' uv the sun an' the quarrel uv the jaybird an' yallerhammer wouldn't have no influence ter hold you back frum er everlastin' joy." "Hendricks," said old man Blue, "you air er sort uv er poet an' kain't understan' the feelin's uv er common man." "I'm not er poet only in feelin'," Hendricks replied, "but ef I was I'd know mo' erbout you than I do, fur the poet, erbove all others, understan's the feelin's uv the common man. It is his perfeck understan'in' uv the heart uv the common man that makes him er poet." "Have you got any hope in the next world, Hendricks?" old man Blue asked. "Have you?" "Yas." "Why?" "Becaze, I've got er promise." "Who made it?" "W'y, the Lord, I think." "Promised you that you would be perfectly happy in the next world?" "Yas," the old man replied. "Air you perfeckly happy in this here world?" "No, I ain't." "Do you believe that the Lord always keeps his promises?" "Yas, I do." "Then why don't you want ter go ter the next world at once? Why don't you pray fur death?" "I don't know, Hendricks." "I do." "Why, then?" "Because you don't believe the Lord has made you any promise." "Oh, yas, I do." "Oh, no, you don't." "Wall, I tell you whut it is, Hendricks, no sensible man hankers airter dyin'." "He does, if the Lord has made him a promise." "Yas, but he wants ter wait the Lord's own time." "A good excuse," Hendricks replied. "You want to wait the Lord's own time, an' you hope that the Lord's time will be long." "Hendricks, you kain't blame er man for wantin' to live." "Yes, I can, if he believes that he would be better off in another world." "But he don't know that." "Then he ain't got religion, an' don't b'l'eve what God says." "Oh, yas, Hendricks. You know it would skeer you might'ly ef you knowed you had ter die ter-day." "I'm not religious, but ter know that I had ter die ter-day wouldn't skeer me." "I think it would, Hendricks." "But I know it wouldn't; so now, fur the sake uv argyment, let us say that I have got ter die ter-day."