Tobacco Road - Erskine Caldwell [18]
Bessie’s nose had failed to develop properly. There was no bone in it, and there was no top to it. The nostrils were exposed, and Dude had once said that when he looked at her nose it was like looking down the end of a double-barrel shotgun. Bessie was sensitive about the appearance of it, and she tried to keep people from staring at her and commenting on what they saw.
Ada had already told Bessie about the turnips Jeeter took from Lov. Bessie had come prepared to pray for Jeeter for his sins in general, but she was glad she had a specific sin to pray for him to God about. Prayer always did a man more good, she said, if there was something he was ashamed of.
First of all though, she finished eating all the turnips Jeeter would let her have.
“I wish Lov was here so I could ask his forgiveness,” Jeeter said. “I reckon I’ll have to go down to his house the first thing in the morning and tell him how powerful sorry I am. I hope he ain’t so mad about it that he’ll try to beat me with a stick. He’s got a whopping big temper when he gets good and mad about something.”
“Let’s have a little prayer,” Bessie said, swallowing the last of the turnip.
“The good Lord be praised,” Jeeter said. “I’m sure glad you came when you did, Sister Bessie, because I’m needing prayer about as bad as I ever did. I was a sinful man to-day. The Lord don’t take up with humans who commits theft. I don’t know what made me so bad. I reckon the old devil just came along and got the upper hand on me.”
Every one got down on his knees, except Ellie May and Dude. They sat on the steps eating and watching.
“You know,” Bessie said, “some people make an objection to kneeling down and having prayer out of doors. They don’t like to have me pray for them on the front porch or in the yard. They say, ‘Sister Bessie, can’t we go in the house out of sight and pray there just as good?’ And do you know what I tell them? I say, ‘Brothers and Sisters, I ain’t ashamed to pray out here in the open. I want folks passing along the road to know I’m on God’s side. I ain’t ashamed to let folks see me pray. It’s the old devil that’s always whispering about going in the house out of sight.’ That’s the way I stick up for the Lord. I kneel right down and pray in the big road just as loud as I do in a schoolhouse or at a camp-meeting. I ain’t ashamed to pray in the front yard or on the porch. It’s the old devil who’s always telling folks to go in the house out of sight.”
“The good Lord be praised,” Jeeter said.
“Let’s get ready to pray,” she said.
Ada and Jeeter bowed their heads and closed their eyes. Mother Lester knelt in the doorway, but she did not close her eyes. She stared straight ahead of her, out over the field of brown broom-sedge.
“Dear God, here I is again to offer a little prayer for sinful people. Jeeter Lester and his family want me to pray for them again. The last time helped them a whole lot, and if it wasn’t for Jeeter getting in the clutch of the devil to-day, there wouldn’t be no need for prayer this soon again. But Jeeter let the devil get hold of him, and he went and done a powerful sinful thing. He stole all of Lov’s turnips and wouldn’t give them back. They’re all et up now, so it’s too late to take them to Lov. That’s why we want to pray for Jeeter. You ought to make him stop stealing like he does. I never seen a more stealing man in all my days. It looks like he takes to stealing just as naturally as one of us takes a drink of water. But Jeeter wants to quit, though it seems like he goes and does it again almost as soon as we get through praying for him. You ought to make him quit it this time for good and all. Ain’t no sense in You letting a man just keep on doing a sinful thing all the time. You ought to put a stop to it and not let him do it no more. You ain