"
"Oh, well, you have a family,--quite a large family, I believe. Does He
do as much for your wife and children as for you?"
"Whatever He's doin' for me is done for all of us, Mr. Bartram."
"Just so. But do you mean to say that what you're making enables you to
do for your family all that you should?"
The cobbler's face contracted, under the shade he wore over his eyes.
An evil smile overspread the lawyer's countenance. A little time
passed; the discussion was becoming sport,--such sport as the angler
feels when a wounded fish, a hundred times smaller than he, is
struggling and writhing in agony on his hook.
"You don't seem certain about it, Sam," the tormentor finally said.
"Mr. Bartram," the cobbler answered in a little while, "what He done
for me came about so quiet an' unknown like that I don't know what he
may be doin' for the wife an' children. God knows they need it; an', as
He came to look after them that was needy, I don't believe He can make
a mistake an' pass by my house."
"But I should think you would be sure about it. You're so sure about
your own affairs, you know,--what are called your spiritual affairs."
"I don't know, though," said Sam, simply.
"Have all the children got good shoes and stockings and warm clothes?
Winter is almost here, you know.
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