He went, not because he was religious, but because he was otherwise.

He made loud boast of his infidelity.

He had given himself extensively to the reading of Bob Ingersoll and other authors notorious for things other than goodness, so in his own vain imaginations he was a masterful scholar.

He said there was no God, and that any man who prayed was a fool.

But the cause of infidelity had suffered a terrific blow when one time Nolan Gray, as he was going to Dobbinsville, saw a huge wagon-box turned bottom side up, with the wagon on top, in a ditch by the side of the road.