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Show 270 THE MORMON LION screamed Amanda, and she. ran to kneel with Chilcott beside their human sacnflce. When I came to myself I was in my own room, sobbing and babbling curses on the Satamc doctnnes that had turned a good man into a devil- that had driven a wronged woman to plead for salvatwn by blood for a sin not committed. True the Prophet believed her guilty ; and her husband had obeyed the counsel of the Prophet, whose word to him was the word of God ; and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints held that whosoever was guilty of that sin was worthy of death -the Church of Jesus Christ! " They brought unto Him a woman taken in adultery .... And He said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee. Go, and sin no more." · CHAPTER XXIX SAINTS AND SINNERS THE horror of what I had seen would not permit me to sleep. I lay tossing on my bed all night. At dawn I went out! or my horse. I sent back word that I would meet Chilcott at the south edge of the town with Brigham's order to the President of the Stake at San Bernardino. I could not eat in that house. There would have been blood on my food. I could not say farewell to my cousin. There was blood on her hands. Afterwards I wondered that I had not fled southwards at nightfall, trusting to Brigham's order to carry me through the settlements and across the desert before Chilcott could overtake me. But my mind was half paralysed with horror. I was so numbed that when Chilcott rode out to join me, I mechanically responded to his friendly greeting with my usual commonplace reply. He said nothing about my failure to bid leave of Amanda, and he neither then or afterwards made any reference to what had occurred in the garden. All the way to the Southern Settlements I could see slight change in him. He was perhaps a little more regular and fervent in his daily prayers. Otherwise he was the same as I had always known himcool, steady, resolute, and a good travelling companion. Yet I was glad that we rode horseback and not together on a wagon seat. We averaged forty miles a day, Chilcott changing horses every day or two. No one mount could have carried a man of his weight through to the Southern Settlements at the rate we travelled. But I was |