"Didn't I honestly believe I was on the right road, when I was like going to perdition all the time?"
The experience of that night completely and forever cured poor Jack of a common error which has brought many a poor soul into the wild surges of unbelief and irreligion.
SIX THINGS BEHIND
"Rufus," said his mother, "did you mail the letter I gave you last evening?"
"Oh, mother, I forgot it! I meant to, but just then I had to go and get some new shoe strings, so it went out of my mind."
"Didn't I speak of those strings yesterday?"
"Yes; but just then father called me to ask if I had weeded the pansy bed the night before."
"And had you?"
"No, mother, I was just writing the letter you said must go to grandma—"