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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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"I
have
been
too
sure!"
I
said.
"What
do
we
know
after
all!
Why
may
there
not
be
future
heavens
and
hells--'other
heavens
for
other
earths'?
We
do
not
know--we
do
not
know--"
So,
carrying
the
calf,
in
the
cool
of
the
evening,
we
came
at
last
to
my
yard.
We
had
no
sooner
put
the
calf
down
than
it
jumped
nimbly
to
its
feet
and
ran,
wobbling
absurdly,
to
meet
its
mother.
"The
rascal,"
I
said,
"after
all
our
work."
"It's
the
nature
of
the
animal,"
said
Mr.
Purdy,
as
he
put
on
his
coat.
I
could
not
thank
him
enough.
I
invited
him
to
stay
with
us
to
supper,
but
he
said
he
must
hurry
home.
"Then
come
down
soon
to
see
me,"
I
said,
"and
we
will
settle
this
question
as
to
the
existence
of
a
hell."
He
stepped
up
close
to
me
and
said,
with
an
appealing
note
in
his
voice:
"You
do
not
really
believe
in
a
hell,
do
you?"
How
human
nature
loves
collusiveness:
nothing
short
of
the
categorical
will
satisfy
us!
What
I
said
to
Mr.
Purdy
evidently
appeased
him,
for
he
seized
my
hand
and
shook
and
shook.
"We
haven't
understood
each
other,"
he
said
eagerly.
"You
don't
believe
in
eternal
damnation
any
more
than
I
do."
Then
he
added,
as
though
some
new
uncertainty
puzzled
him,
"Do
you?"
At
supper
I
was
telling
Harriet
with
gusto
of
my
experiences.
Suddenly
she
broke
out:
"What
was
his
name?"
"Purdy."
"Why,
he's
the
infidel
that
Mrs.
Horace
tells
about!"
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