The Sun Shines Bright Page #5

Detail...halt!

The first three ranks will fall out

and act as pallbearers.

Our sister who lies here...

...in her last breath...

...asked that a sermon be preached

at her funeral.

Upon me, who has never attempted

such an undertaking...

...devolves the privilege

of speaking a few words...

..above her.

I thought of certain words

from the Gospel...

...of Saint Mark...for my text...

Wherein he says...

The Lord and master

took a child in his arms...

...and he said

"Whosoever receives a child in my name..."

"...receiveth me."

What I would rather read you...

A story from the Gospel of St John...

...the best beloved of Christ's disciples.

You'll remember the occasion.

The Lord had visited the Mount of Olives...

...to pray, and then he had returned

to the temple.

And the scribes and Pharisees

brought unto him...

...a woman taken in sin.

And when they had set her in the midst...

...they say unto Him...

"Master...this woman was taken in sin."

"Now Moses commanded us in the law,

that such should be stoned."

"But what sayest thou?"

And Jesus didn't say anything.

He simply stooped down and wrote

with his finger on the ground...

...as if he hadn't heard.

But they kept after him.

They tried to trap him.

And finally, he raised himself up...

And he looked them in the eye.

And this is what he said...

Sir...I believe you have

my rightful place.

You remember Jesus raised himself up.

And he looked those accusers

in the eye...

And this is what he said.

"He that is without sin among you..."

"...let him first cast the stone at her."

Then again he stooped down...

...and wrote upon the ground.

And bye and bye,

he raised himself up...

And they were ALL gone.

Every last one of them common scoundrels

were gone!

And only the woman herself, stood there.

And he said to her...

"Woman, where are those...

thine accusers?"

"Hath no man condemned thee?"

And she said...

"No man, Lord."

And he said unto her...

"Neither do I condemn thee."

Brother Ashby Corwin...

Do you think you can say a prayer?

Yes sir.

I think I remember one.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild...

Look upon a little child.

Pity her simplicity...

Suffer her to come to Thee.

Amen.

Judge Priest...

My sympathies, sir.

You're a gallant foe.

Mighty fine band music.

Good marching music!

The Honourable William Pittman Priest...

1,638 votes.

The Honourable Horace K. Maydew...

1,700 votes.

It would be a gracious act indeed...

...for Your Honour to concede the election

at this point.

I don't concede anything...

just yet...Horace.

I trust Your Honour recalls

I conceded the last election?

And I trust you'll have to repeat

your gracious act again.

The election ain't over yet, Maydew.

The Tornado boys ain't voted yet.

Not by a jugful, it ain't!

You mean the lynching boys

from the Tornado District?

Them Tornado boys are comin' into town!

Good evening, Mr Ramseur.

Evenin' Mr Maydew.

Evenin', Billy Priest.

Evenin', Rufe.

Do you concede now, Judge Priest?

I ain't conceding nothing, Horace.

Well, then perhaps you'd like

to make a sporting proposition of it?

Yes...I'll make a little bet with you.

The sum of 50 cents...

The sum of $100!

Oh, no, no...

I haven't got a hole in my head!

I have lived through a revolution

in Europe...

A heart's breaking war in America...

And I know a cunning and unscrupulous politician

when I see one.

Thank you, Hermann.

Professional compliments

are always pleasing.

I'd like to take 50...I bet Billy!

Judge...

I done exactly what you told me...

I put them ladies on the steam-packet...

The general paid for fares...

And they're gone now.

The lady Mrs Cramp told me to tell you

she never will forget.

That the Lord will provide.

Yes...

Judge...you ain't voted for us yet.

Ain't got but about 3 more minutes!

Bless my sould, Jeff,

I nearly forgot!

The Tornado District returns 62 votes

for Judge William Pittman Priest.

It is now tied at 1,700 to 1,700.

Horace, if you will permit me

to drop my innate modesty...

Boys...the band will now play "Dixie"!

Oh the sun shines bright

in my old Kentucky home...

'Tis summer, the children are gay...

The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,

While the birds make music all the day.

Jeff...I gotta take my medicine.

I gotta get my heart started.

We will sing one song

for my old Kentucky home...

For my Old Kentucky Home far away.

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