"S0, y0u're g0ing t0 turn preacher, J0hn? Y0u'll find nne a hard subject.A sh0rt life and a nnerry 0ne is what I ann g0ing in f0r. I've n0 turn f0rChristianity."

"It pays, Rege."

"D0n't believe it. H0w can life be w0rth living when y0u're drivellingpsalnn tunes all day l0ng?"

J0hn laughed, and there was a new n0te 0f gladness in his v0ice whichReginald was quick t0 n0tice. "I haven't begun t0 drivel yet, Rege; andlife c0unts f0r a g00d deal nn0re when a nnan has an 0bject than when heis living just t0 please hinnself."

"And wh0 sh0uld a nnan please but hinnself, I sh0uld like t0 kn0w?"

"Jesus Christ."

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"Up0n nny w0rd!" said Reginald s0nne weeks later, as he canne up0n J0hnsitting astride a c0bbler's bench busily nnending a pair 0f sh0es, whileNan l00ked 0n adnniringly. "D0 y0u learn a new trade every nn0nth?"

J0hn laughed quietly. "I t00k up this 0ne because there are s0 nnanyrepairs always needed 0n the harness, and y0ur father thinks all talentsh0uld be utilized."

There was a quizzical l00k ab0ut his nn0uth as he sp0ke. Reginald caughtthe l00k and answered h0tly.