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It will be piping hot. I'll try to talk sense to you. After all, we who fight Mormonism must work together." The board on the front porch squeaked and the door opened and closed. Clarissa was saying something, but Amy could not understand it. She heard the oven door open and the marshal comment on the bread. Amy was sure they were intent on talking when she heard Clariss's voice asking the marshal if he himself professed Christianity. The marshal sounded taken aback. "Of course, I do," came his deep uncomfortable grunt. "Then why do you persecute the Mormons? One corrects another with love, not hate." Amy slipped quietly through the window. She couldn't make out the words from the marshal's mumbled reply. But she could still hear Clarissa's voice. "A Christan loves his fellowmen as Christ loves-through good and evil, through right and wrong, infinitely. . ." Amy climbed silently into the buggy. She picked up the reins. "Momma!" A loud whisper came from behind her. She turned Charlotta stood by the buggy. "I told 'em, Momma. I told 'em all." Amy felt a lump rising in her throat. She leaned over and kissed the top of Charlotte's head. "Miss Knight will take care of you until I come home, she whispered. "You will pray for me, and for Poppa?" "Yes, Momma." Amy relaxed the rein and said a soft "giddup" to Che horse. She drove slowly out of the yard, then faster on the road out of town into the hills. She felt a comfortable sense of freedom for herself and for Aaron. The beautiful morning had become a beautiful day. Source of Information: Charlotte Hardy Bradley, Moroni, Utah - 16 - |
