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 Author of “A KENTUCKY COLONEL,” ‘‘!'HE COLOSSUS,” “LEN GANSETT,”’ 
 “RMMETT BONLORE,”’ ‘‘A TENNESSEE JUDGE,”’ 
 “THE TEAR IN THE CUP,” ETC. 
 
 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 CHAPTEHR=T 
 
 Away up the Cumberland river, in Tennessee, there is 
 a scope of country that romantic tourists, who doubtless 
 never have been abroad, are wont to declare reminds 
 them of Switzerland, It lies, or more correctly speaking, 
 rolls and tumbles to the eastward from the river. The 
 mountains are not high enough to be white at the top nor 
 the valleys deep enough to be dismal at the bottom. In 
 winter a hazel gauze is hung from hill-top to hill-top, and 
 in summer a dazzling, greenish mist creeps up from the 
 river. Very little is known of this section of country. 
 Its principal visitors, backed by the government, care not . 
 for scenery, loiter not in a nook because it is romantic, 
 
 but pry about in foreboding places, looking for whisky 
 _ that bears not the stamp of legitimacy. 
 
 Houses are so scattered and so hidden/away that one 
 might fancy them to be suspicious of on/. another; there 
 appear to be no paths running from one house to another, 
 and a stranger might wander for days at a time without 
 
8 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 coming upon a habitation. But in the very heart of this 
 wave-like, toss-up of country there isa settlement, old and 
 so strange that those who sought to get at the thread of 
 its mystery came away with a piece of tangled yarn. The 
 mystery lay in the reason of its existence. The houses, 
 built of stone, are marked with age, moss-grown; the 
 walls are cracked. Naught save religion could have 
 organized such a brotherhood; naught but the desire to 
 worship, to practice a belief in a world to come, unob- 
 served by this unreverential, jeering world, could have 
 forced men and women to so complete a seclusion. The 
 houses are low, built in a circle and are covered with flat 
 stones. In the center stands a sort of temple, with a high 
 arched entrance and with a porch supported by four mas- 
 sive rock pillars. Like Rome, this village held its real 
 name a profound secret, too holy to be pronounced by 
 _mortallips. It was called Bolga. What thename meant, 
 no one knew, no one could learn. Five years ago, Bolga 
 must have held four hundred inhabitants. But condi- 
 tions are changed now. The village is in a shallow basin, 
 an area of land embracing a hundred acres; it is nearly 
 square, and a hill, almost a mountain, arises from each 
 corner. A pamphlet printed in North Carolina more than 
 a hundred years ago, and now owned by the Tennessee 
 Historical Society, says that in 1697 a new religious order, 
 numbering forty souls, arrived from England, but refus- 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 9 
 
 ing to remain ina civilized community, pushed onward 
 into the wilds. ‘They seemed to have held their religion 
 as a divine secret, the pamphlet set forth, and could find 
 no one in the colony who was worthy to receive it. It is 
 now believed by the people of Tennessee, and particularly | 
 so by Gov. Bob Taylor, who has given the subject much 
 thought, that this strange religious sect, spoken of in the 
 pamphlet, founded the village of Bolga. 
 
 During nearly two centuries the religion of the Bol- 
 gaites remained the mysterious secret which its founder 
 intended that it should, and not until recently was any- 
 one prepared by fact or supposition to hang a story 
 from the eaves of the weather-stained, the moss-dampened 
 pile of stone, the rude but solemn temple in the wilds 
 of Tennessee. 
 
 The people of Bolga dug their living out of the soil. 
 Their clothes came from the hand-loom. ‘Their linen was 
 the finest and brought the highest price in the market. 
 There was no individual ownership of property. The vil- 
 ‘lage was governed by four Councilmen and a Father, who 
 was really the chief executive. This Council, with its 
 Father, not only had charge of temporal affairs, but kept in 
 sacred administration the creed of the community. Males 
 and females held the same rights and at the age of seventeen 
 were taken into the temple and made active members of 
 the church; and here it was that they took an oath which 
 
10 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 bound them to the religion of their fathers. It wasknown 
 
 that a violation of this oath meant death, but no one ever 
 
 spoke of the consequences entailed by a violation, for no one 
 believed in so perfidious a possibility. Every three years a 
 strange election took place. The entire village would 
 assemble in the temple, and then after the most careful 
 deliberation, five of the handsomest maidens were elected 
 as Wives of the Prophet. They were decorated with 
 flowers and clothed with the finest linen, and after a whole 
 day of festivity, were installed in a round building, the 
 House of the Prophet, where they lived during the three 
 years of their wife-hood. No one was permitted to 
 address them except in a most reverential manner—even 
 their parents approached them with signs of deepest 
 respect. It was believed that some day, no one dared to 
 presume when, the Prophet would come and claim his 
 wives, and that from the off-spring of the union would 
 arise the true savior of mankind. Ifa girl were engaged 
 to be married and her wedding day were approaching, she 
 was compelled to wait until the wife-election, to see whether 
 or not she should be selected by the council to serve as a 
 Wife of the Prophet, and if chosen, she was then forced 
 to wait three years before her actual marriage could take 
 place. But to be a wife of the Prophet was so great an 
 honor that to put off a temporal marriage was never 
 regarded as a hardship. Many an old woman, wrinkled, 
 
 
 
 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 11 
 
 toothless, spoke with deep feeling of the time when she 
 had been a wife of the Prophet. 
 
 The Council and the Father were elected for life. 
 Every three years, just after the wives of the Prophet had 
 been chosen, the Council, headed by the Father, would 
 retire to some secluded place and there in secret rehearse 
 their creed in the presence of the Master of all Life— 
 rebinding themselves and their people to the covenant, 
 solemnly vowing to keep the faith. 
 
 The government of Bolga was simple. Crime, drunk- 
 enness was unknown. All differences were settled by the 
 Council. Education was fostered, but it was of a pecu- 
 liar sort. The school was given almost wholly to rhetoric. 
 Mathematics, the Bolgaites said, was the invention of 
 man, but speech was God-given. So, among these peo- 
 ple, speech attained a peculiar force, almost an elegance. 
 Brethren who took the linen to market, were permitted 
 to buy any smoothly written book, provided that it had 
 no undertone that might be damaging to their religion. 
 Asa result the maidens were romantic and the men spoke 
 in stilted Sentences. But they abominated newspapers, 
 declaring that they were rude in expression, that they 
 disturbed the mind with frightful pictures, with records 
 of crime and with political strife. Why should there be 
 political troubles? God had not given politics to man. 
 He had handed down a true religion and politics had 
 
1s THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 sought to crush it. This would argue that the Bolgaites 
 were the people forming the new sect spoken of by the 
 old pamphlet, and that having struggled in vain for their 
 rights in England, had, after long persecution, come to 
 this country, determined to guard their secret, not to 
 experiment with salvation, but to grow children in the 
 faith rather than to proselyte. . 
 
 Strangers sometimes came to Bolga, but they were 
 treated with cool indifference. If they were hungry they 
 were given food and told to go their way. If they asked 
 to remain over night they were informed that the village 
 was full. ‘‘ What is that round house for?’’ strangers 
 were wont to ask; and the answer was, ‘‘ To serve its own 
 purpose.’’ ‘‘ And that heavy building over there is a 
 church, isn’t it?’ ‘‘’That also serves its purpose,’’ 
 some one invariably would answer. 
 
 A summer day was closing. The Wives of the Prophet 
 had been chosen, and had been escorted to the Prophet’s 
 house, there to live in honor during three years. Flowers 
 were strewn about the temple, and a pathway of roses 
 led to the Prophet’s house. Five old men left the temple 
 and, walking one behind another, solemnly strode toward 
 a secluded vale. They were going to rehearse their 
 creed. 
 
 
 

 
 CHAP DER EEL 
 
 In Nashville lived a young lawyer named Howard 
 Bryce. When he was graduated from Vanderbilt Uni- 
 versity it was said by that shrewd flatterer — public 
 opinion — that he would reach high up amid the affairs 
 of men and leave his mark there. Nature had been his 
 friend. Circumstances had taken his hand and had made 
 a motion as if to kiss it. Women tapped him with their 
 fans, and called his attention to trivialities in which they 
 
 were prettily interested. His laugh was infectious and 
 his commonplace talk passed for wit, and his wit passed 
 for genius. He pretended to hold himself in smart con- 
 tempt ; he would say a bright thing and frown at it; he 
 said that to be clever was a clown’s province. He knew 
 that the shrewdest way to hide vanity was to exhibit it, 
 to call attention to it, to make fun of it. It was buta 
 question of time, of course, when he would take his place 
 at the head of the bar. But time slipped by and the 
 plodders were passing him. It was his fault ; he had not 
 exerted himself. He had read romances while the plod- 
 ders were reading law. After a while he would read law, 
 
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14 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 nothing but law. Where would the plodders be then? 
 But idleness had grown upon him and he hated 
 facts. Local opinion ceased to flatter him ; no one cared 
 to hear his bright sayings ; his epigrams counted against 
 him; he heard a dull man say that they were like a 
 monkey’s trick, amusing for a moment. He found that 
 it was a mistake to throw bright darts at a jury, that 
 dullness was always regarded as the law. He was dis- 
 gusted. He spoke of his trouble, but he did it in so 
 original a way that his friends laughed at him. Unfortu- 
 nate is the man whose sorrows are amusing. In the © 
 sturdy and stubborn affairs of life there is no hope for the 
 man who believes that newness of expression is an essen- 
 tia. grace. If his originality is striking men will call him 
 a crank ; if it is not striking they will say that he is shal- 
 low. But intellectual surprises, if possessed by this man 
 to the degree of a defect, were not his only blemishes. 
 He lacked moral force, and that was doubtless the reason 
 why his disappointments were amusing to his friends. 
 He made no acknowledgment that might lead one to 
 believe him spiritually awry, but every one seemed to feel 
 that he had no respect for certain laws that should govern 
 
 the social conduct of man. Indeed, he sometimes made 
 pretenses of a moral sort; but behind one’s own words is 
 a flimsy place to hide; they are a lattice-work and men 
 see through them. Bryce was as passionate as an Eliza- 
 
 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 15 
 
 bethan poet. He saw the filth in old plays, and found 
 but little of their strength and beauty. He amused him- 
 self with trying to write an erotic book, and threw it 
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 One afternoon Bryce was sitting in his office, leaning 
 on a green-covered table, lazily, dreamily, looking at the 
 shelves containing his law books. His pipe had gone 
 out, had been thrown aside, and ashes were strewn over 
 the table. A friend entered. 
 
 ‘* Howard, I see you are hard at work.”’ 
 
 ‘That you, Hartley ?’’ the lawyer asked without look- 
 ing up. ‘‘Sit down.”’ 
 
 The visitor sat down; the lawyer yawned. ‘‘ Any- 
 thing going on, Howard ?”’ 
 
 Ves timer? 
 
 A silence followed. ‘‘Howard did you hear about 
 Bentley ?”’ 
 
 ‘‘No; what about him ?’ 
 
 ‘* Has won his case in the supreme court.”’ 
 
 ‘“That so? I thought he would amount to something. 
 He’s got just sense enough to apply what little mind 
 nature gave him. Look here!’’ he added, sitting up, 
 facing about and looking at his visitor, ‘‘haven’t you 
 fellows anything to do but to come around here to tell me 
 of the success of some plodding yap that I don’t care a 
 snap for? I’m getting sick of it, Hartley ; in fact Iam 
 sick of everything. Now, look here: People were gra- 
 cious enough to predict a future for me. Why? Because 
 I must have given them some cause. Who inspired the 
 cause? Call it what you will— hanged if I know what 
 
 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 17 
 
 I’m trying tosay. But I’m sick of the whole business. 
 Nature said: ‘Here you are a bee, without the pbee’s 
 industry. Now, I’m going to put a dab of honey in front 
 of you, but if you taste it I will clip your wings.’ ”’ 
 
 ‘‘Howard, you must have run against a love disap- 
 pointment.’’ 
 
 The lawyer laughed lazily. ‘‘ Hartley, you are old 
 enough to know that there isn’t any such thing as love, 
 that is, aside from passion. When passion is dead, love 
 is dead. Generosity, certain attributes of the mind, 
 inspire friendship; but what inspires love? Beauty, 
 voluptuousness. But you must pardon me. I forgot that 
 you had been ordained to preach.”’ 
 
 ‘“You owe me no apology, Howard ; I am more sor- 
 rowful than resentful. I always liked you; you were 
 such a help to me years ago. Your hearty buoyancy 
 floated me over troublous waters — ”’ 
 
 ‘* Are you going to preach now, Hartley ?”’ 
 
 “T wish I might. I wish that I could say som-thing 
 to jolt you.” 
 
 “Think I need exercise, eh? Why not turn physician 
 and prescribe horseback riding? Pardon the roughness 
 of the way I put it, but you moral-drawing fellows make 
 me tired. You take it into your head that you are going 
 to reform society, and immediately you make a dead set 
 at your friends. Don’t worry about me, I have made 
 
18 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 up my mind that I’m never to amount to anything, and 
 that’s all there is to it. You may think that you can 
 feel about and find the nerve of my ambition, touch it and 
 make me flinch, but you can’t. That nerve is dead.’’ 
 
 ‘* Howard, if you are in trouble, remember that trouble 
 is the school wherein success is taught. Trouble paints 
 strong pictures on the mind.”’ i 
 
 ‘* Ah, but the paint eats the canvas. Trouble uses no 
 soft oil in its art. But there, old fellow, don’t worry 
 about me.’’ He got up and with winning affection put 
 his hand on his friend’s shoulder. ‘‘ Go to your congre- 
 gation, tell the women, the pretty ones, always to remain 
 pure ; tell the old men not to rent any more houses to the 
 agents of sin. And if nature has disturbed your dreams 
 and your waking hours with the dark eyes and exquisite 
 forms of temptation, pray that they may be removed. 
 One of these days when I am toothless, half-blind, and 
 with this July blood of mine cooled into a slow, January 
 flow, I may come around and astonish you with the 
 statement that I am ready to become virtuous. Gods! 
 old boy, if I were a woman, with the same temperament 
 I now have, that scarlet creature of Babylon would be a 
 lily in comparison with me. Frank with you? Yes.’’ 
 
 ‘* Howard, I will pray for you.’’ 
 
 ‘*Don’t. Carry bread to the poor.”’ 
 
 ‘* In deepest faith I will ask God to remove your curse.”’ 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 19 
 
 ‘Don’t. Clothe the naked. What time’is it getting 
 to be? I let my watch run down. Iam going out of 
 town for a few days —I am going hunting in the mount- 
 ains. It’s not exactly the right time of year, but I’m 
 going. I-want to get away from here. Really, now, 
 Hartley, I am willing to listen to anything that you may 
 have to say, and when I come back I will cali on you, 
 and give you a whole evening if you are that much inter- 
 ested in me. I’m not quite so bad a fellow as I make 
 myself appear; there may be a spark of reformation in 
 me somewhere, and when I come back I will let you look 
 for it to blow an honest breath upon it.’’ 
 
CHAPTER III 
 
 That afternoon Bryce set out for the mountains. If he 
 thought at all of what his friend had said, it was in the 
 most fleeting, the idlest sort of way. He cared not what 
 any one said, and he was beginning not to care for what 
 any one thought. But to himself he attempted to weave 
 no gauzy fabric of defence. He realized that with an 
 effort made against himself, that with the subjection of 
 self, he might fulfill the promises which his small 
 achievements in earlier life had made. But the making 
 of that one effort, the forcing of a resolution against so 
 intangible an evil, was the one exertion which he could 
 not or would not summon the nerve to make. In one 
 respect he reminded himself of an opium eater — years of 
 planning, but not one hour of execution. He had been 
 strongly ambitious, and his ambition had drawn a map of 
 the roads it was to traverse, but by by-paths, promising 
 enchantment, while agreeing not to lead him far from the 
 high-road, allured him away, and when he looked back 
 he saw that the distance was great and that brambles had 
 sprung up behind him. 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 21 
 
 He took passage on a small boat that ran far up the 
 river. The weather was delightful, and the air, cothing 
 softly down the stream, was like the breath of a purer, 
 sweeter life. He stood at the bow, leaning against the 
 jack-staff. The deck hands were singing a song — the 
 rich, untaught melody of labor’s resting time. And he 
 saw that that they, the creatures of rude strength, gazed 
 at him and admired him for the physical quality which 
 they themselves possessed. He turned from them, but 
 still leaning against the jack-staff, gazed at the green 
 hills along the shores of the winding stream. In that 
 peaceful view lay a sobering meditation, and he took it 
 up. He thought of Hartley, of what a modest, self-sac- 
 rificing fellow he had ever been, studious, not bright but 
 doggedly plodding toward success ; and that success was 
 to be measured by the good which he might do unto © 
 man. He thought of the look Hartley had given him at 
 the moment when the scarlet woman of Babylon was 
 menticned, and a sadness touched him. But was it that 
 recollection that deepened his feeling? Was it not the 
 more melancholy turn of the song which the deck hands 
 were singing? 
 
 He went as far as he could by boat, and then on foot 
 strode into the wilds. ‘The boat was to return to Camp- 
 bell’s wood-yard, the place where the river journey 
 ended, within a week, and by that time Bryce was to be 
 
22 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 at the landing. It was more than likely that he should 
 be there waiting for the steamer. He had begun to fore- 
 see that he was to get but a meager pleasure out of his 
 self-imposed banishment, And, besides, his determina- 
 tion to listen to Hartley drew him toward home. He 
 would goto his church, steal in, and after services sur- 
 prise him with his presence. Who knew but that Hartley 
 might in some way have been inspired to save men from 
 ruin.. But, then, up arose the stumbling-block: Who 
 was inspired to place temptations in the way of man? 
 Why should he be tempted ? Who was to be responsible 
 for the evils growing out of that temptation? But what 
 good could come from such reasoning? He would go to 
 hear Hartley. Yes; and he would make an effort to 
 reclaim himself. After all he had not wandered away so 
 very far. He was still young, twenty-eight, and was not 
 a drunkard. Why life had just begun to spread itself 
 out in front of him. Why had people commented upon 
 his failure when in truth he had not begun to try? 
 
 One night he missed finding a house, and he lay in the 
 woods. His bed was a dreary hollow between two frown- 
 ing cliffs, and along toward morning, when at last he had 
 forced himself to sleep, he was startled back to conscious- 
 ness by the scream of a panther. ‘This was sport, no 
 doubt, but he did not like it. He caught up his gun, and 
 stood gazing about him. He heard the panther again, 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 2S 
 
 screaming down the gulch, and he fired in the direction 
 of the sound. And the report of his gun had not rumbled 
 off into silence when up the ravine there was a whip-like 
 crack and a bullet buzzed past him. 
 
 tii up there!’ he cried: >‘ Look: out’; you'll hit 
 me: % 
 
 Then there came another crack and another bullet. 
 
 ‘* Look out, you infernal fool! ‘The panther’s gone.”’ 
 
 ‘* Don’t want the panter,’’ a voice cried. 
 
 ‘What do you want ?’’ 
 
 ‘“Want you, and if you move I’ll git you, too.’’ 
 
 *“Want me?”’ 
 
 Bas. Don't move.”’ 
 
 Some one was approaching. What could all this mean? 
 ““You stop there!’ Bryce shouted, ‘‘or I’ll shoot you. 
 I don’t know who you are, or what you want, but you 
 stop there.’’ 
 
 The footsteps ceased. A silence followed, and then a 
 voice, coming as if from behind something, shouted : 
 “Head him off down thar, Tuck! Ef he comes up this 
 way I’ve got him.”’ 
 
 Bryce stepped back until he found the shelter of a rock. 
 “Will you be so accommodating as to s=plain why you 
 want me?’’ he shouted. 
 
 ‘*Mebby you’ll know when we git you, an’ mebby you 
 won’t.’’ 
 
94 THE WIVES OF TH™ PROPHET. 
 
 ‘* But what have I done?”’ 
 
 ‘*Vou'll find out between now an’ daylight. The folks 
 have been watchin’ you, an’ put us on yo’ track. Come 
 “up here to spy round for the gover’mint, did you? Wa’al, 
 we'll arn you. Tuck off Bob Edd Sevier last fall, an’’ 
 hain’t fotch him back yit. We know you. You’re the 
 very man. Keep a sharp lookout down thar’, Tuck, an’ 
 we'll hold him here till the other fellers come. Oh, 
 you’re putty brash to come back here so soon,’’ he added 
 in a lower tone, ‘‘ but we’ll l’arn you.”’ 
 
 ‘“What! Do you think I am a revenue officer ?’’ 
 
 ‘* Guessed it the fust pop, dinged ef you didn’t.”’ 
 
 ‘‘ Well, you were never more mistaken in your life.,’ 
 
 ‘“We won’t argy about that. You mout beat mein a 
 argyment, fur that isin yo’ line, mebby ; but you kain’t 
 tie a rope no better than I kin. ‘Tuck !’’ he shouted, ‘‘I 
 hear the boys comin’.”’ 
 
 Now what was to be done? Here was a jury that even 
 a plodder could not convince. ‘To stand there and wait 
 for daylight meant to hang at sunrise. And an attempt 
 to escape might mean death, but to be shot was better 
 than to be hanged. He fancied that he heard the other 
 men coming down the ravine. He heard Tuck sneeze. 
 He remembered that in the growing darkness he had 
 noticed that the other side of the ravine was not quite SO 
 steep. If he could crawl across he might climb out. He 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. — 25 
 
 got down and began to crawl. It was painful work, over 
 the sharp stones. ‘The ravine was not broad, and when 
 he had about reached the middle of it he thought that he 
 could see a flush in the east. Daylight meant instant 
 death. He reached the other side. The wall was almost 
 perpendicular. Hecrawled along the edge. There was 
 no opening. He was getting closer to Tuck. He heard 
 something, the sharp clank of one rock striking another. 
 Daylight must be coming, for on the opposite side of the 
 ravine, the west side was turning gray. ‘This told that, 
 even at early morning the east wall was not high enough 
 to shut off the rays of the sun. But it was so high that 
 Bryce could not reach the top. He lay close and listened 
 and watched. He thought that he saw something move 
 on the other side of the ravine. In a second a significant 
 truth was made clear. Tuck was crawling up the ravine, 
 to be close enough to shoot him, to carry off the honors 
 of the chase. ‘‘I could kill the scoundrel,’’ Bryce 
 mused. ‘‘ But, I won’t; it would do me no good — mean 
 my death, too.’’ He crawled carefully along, halted and 
 looked after Tuck. He had disappeared. Thinking that 
 it was now safe enough to walk, Bryce arose and, bend- 
 ing over, cautiously felt his way along. Daylight was 
 surely coming. He could see the tree tops, high up 
 against a whitening mist on the west side of the ravine. 
 Now he walked rapidly ; now he could run. He sawa 
 
26 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 break in the wall, but it was on the opposite side. No mat- 
 ter, he would cross. He did so and soon he was in a 
 gulch that like a great slide-way came down from the 
 mountain. He knew that they would follow him and he 
 continued to press forward as fast as he could, and by the 
 time the sun was fairly ablaze he had reached the mount- 
 ain top. His aim now was to reach the river as soon as 
 possible, and he sheered off in what he took to be that 
 direction. Hesawa cabin, but he gave it a broad go by. 
 Later, he came within sight of a rude fence, and he ran 
 from it. ‘Thus all day he struggled onward. ‘Toward 
 evening he entered another ravine. He had traveled a 
 long distance, but whether or not he had been followed 
 he had no means of knowing. ‘The bluffs on each side of 
 the ravine were rugged and high, but he noticed that 
 they could be climbed. ‘The sun had gone behind a rag- 
 ged rock-line. Bryce was picking his way along, looking 
 for a place wherein to sleep. Hecame to a sort of cave, and 
 stood hesitating whether it would be better to go into the 
 wolf-den or to sleep under the stars. Suddenly his blood 
 seemed to freeze. Down the ravine he saw five men 
 slowly walking one behind another. No choice was now 
 left him, and he sprang into the mouth of the cave. 
 Inside he found a large chamber with uneven walls. The 
 cave came to an abrupt end. He felt about, found a 
 shelving rock, climbed upon it and lay down. His only 
 
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28 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 move. What were they doing now? Gods! they were ~ 
 praying; but what a prayer. They began to rehearse a 
 strange creed, and to implore that the promises made to 
 their fathers might be fulfilled. Year after year, genera- 
 tion after generation, the will of the Master had been 
 obeyed. ‘They had kept the tenets of their faith a holy 
 secret from the curious and vulgar world. They reminded 
 the giver of their religion that they had just elected five 
 of their handsomest maidens, according to the creed 
 handed down to them, to serve during three years as the 
 Wives of the Prophet—that they had chosen Mary, 
 Rachel, Alma, Silvia, and Judith. They knew that these 
 maidens should surely find favor in the eyes of the 
 Prophet, should he come during the next three years; 
 but that no matter when he should come he would find 
 that the chosen people of his Father, the Lord, were 
 ready to receive him. ‘‘ We know not, O Lord,’’ the 
 prayer went on, ‘‘ when it shall be Thy pleasure and Thy 
 will to send the Prophet unto us — it may be this day, or 
 it may be a hundred years hence, for time is naught 
 to Thee — but we do with patience bide Thy time. Nor 
 do we know, O Lord, by what sign we are to recog- 
 nize Thy special servant, but we know that he will 
 bring some unmistakable token. O Lord, we have 
 renewed the covenant of our faith, given to our fathers, 
 and we beg of Thee to prosper us, not indeed with many 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 29 
 
 numbers, but with contentment, and with minds pure 
 in Thy sight.” 
 
 Bryce heard them slowly filing out. The entrance to 
 the place darkened, then lightened again. ‘They were 
 gone. 
 
CHAPTER-LY. 
 
 Bryce reached home on a Saturday, but he went not on 
 Sunday to hear his friend preach. The sprouting of that 
 small seed of reformation had promised much, had 
 been a sort of comfort to the lawyer, but now the seed was 
 but a dry shell and the sprout was dead. In the young 
 man’s mind throbbed a thought, thrilling, wildly deliri- 
 ous, and in that thought were the names Mary, Rachel, 
 Alma, Silvia, Judith, whirling round and round. He 
 had often heard of that strange religious community, and 
 he remembered having heard his father say that the hand- 
 somest woman he had ever seen was in that village. The 
 men and the women of that community had ever been 
 looked upon as religious cranks of the most harmless sort; 
 they had striven to stir up no commotion, but what a 
 commotion they had unconsciously stirred in the breast of 
 one human being! And those men knew not what signs 
 the Prophet might bring. Was ingenuity, was advent- 
 urous passion ever so strongly tempted? 
 
 Several days had passed. Bryce was in his office, not 
 lazily leaning on the table, not dreamily gazing, but 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 34) 
 
 almost fiercely walking up and down the apartment. The 
 door was slowly opened and Hartley stood there. ‘‘May 
 I come in, Howard?” 
 
 “Of course, old fellow. How are you, any way? Sit 
 down.”’ 
 
 He sat down. The lawyer continued to walk up and 
 down the room. 
 
 ‘‘Howard, you stole home so quietly that scarcely any 
 one knew that you had returned.’’ 
 
 “Oh, I didn’t blow a trumpet when I got back. 
 Neither did I go to a nunnery.”’ 
 
 “Well, what sort of a time had you, where did you go, 
 and why did you go in the first place?” _ 
 
 The lawyer smiled. ‘‘I went up the river, had a very 
 good time—went because I thought that to get out of 
 town for a few days would help me fy 
 
 ‘“T’o make an effort,’’ the preacher broke in. 
 
 “Well, yes, you may put it that way.”’ 
 
 ‘‘But I don’t want to put it that way unless it’s the 
 truth.’’ 
 
 ‘Well, then, let us call it the truth.’ 
 
 ‘‘T am glad to hear you say that. And now you are 
 ready to make the effort. Howard, you have been franker 
 with me than you ever have with any one else, so now 
 let us get at the secret of—what shall we call it?”’ 
 
 ‘“‘Apply your own term, my boy. ‘The priesthood 
 should supply its devotees with choice figures of speech.”’ 
 
 
 
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 ‘‘Howard, you come back with the same disposition to 
 bandy words. I am deeply interested in you, not so much 
 as a preacher but as a friend. I see that you are wasting 
 yourself, day by day; I feel that you are putting your 
 fine abilities under your feet. I once thought that it was. 
 a great misfortune that your parents had not lived to 
 see you ripen and grow strong in usefulness to the state 
 and to society. I have not thought that of late, and yet 
 I don’t exactly know why. You seem to be possessed of 
 a strange intellectual shiftlessness; there have been a 
 number of times when the putting forth of half your 
 strength would have set you high above the plodders, as 
 you are wont to term your less gifted acquaintances, but 
 with a perverseness that I can not fathom, you have re- 
 fused to exercise that strength. You said that upon your 
 return you would give mea hearing, but first I want to 
 hear from you. You have made certain broken-linked 
 confessions to me, have given or sought to give me 
 glimpses of your condition of mind. Now tell me the 
 whole truth. What is the trouble with you?’’ 
 
 Bryce sat down, carelessly drew another chair toward 
 him, placed his feet upon it, remained silent for a few 
 moments and then said: ‘‘Hartley, since you have taken 
 so serious a view of my case, let me say that I don’t know 
 that there is anything so vitally wrong with me. You 
 - may say that I am not asuccess as a lawyer. I may 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 30 
 
 grant you this and at the same time remind you that to 
 be a successful lawyer is not of itself an achievement high 
 up among the virtues. But let all this go. Tell me 
 about yourself. What have you done? Have you brought 
 any one to believe in your religion, and are you prepared 
 to swear that your religion is the right one? All reli- 
 gions, you must know, in that they carry a degree of sacri- 
 fice, have to a more or less extent the appearance of 
 purity. -But what one man may hold as pure, another 
 man may condemn as wanton. But there is no religion 
 so absurd, so open and palpable a mockery of true reason, 
 as not to have among its followers men and women of 
 acknowledged ability. Carrying out the faith of a certain 
 religion, the most sacred laws of this land may be violated. 
 Now, suppose I take up a religion of my own? Suppose 
 I say that as Nature has given to man certain physical 
 pleasures, it is his duty to seek those pleasures, to practice 
 them as a creed? Hecan turn to nature and say, ‘I have 
 obeyed your instincts, I have not buried your promptings, 
 I have lived as you directed.’ Suppose I should say that 
 nature. is voluptuous and that lama voluptuary. You 
 can not deny that certain forms of lawful worship, the 
 shouting at a mourners’ bench, is a feasting upon emo- 
 tion, a sort of mental voluptuousness.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Howard, I am further than ever from an understand- 
 ing of you. You not only muddy the water and obscure 
 
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34 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 yourself, but obscure me. So now I hardly know what 
 I wanted to say.’’ 
 
 ‘Don’t say anything to disturb either of us. By the 
 way, your marriage is not far off.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Next month.’’ 
 
 “And I am listed for best man, I believe.’’ 
 
 ‘You know you are.”’ 
 
 ‘But I don’t think that I can be there.”’ 
 
 ‘“‘What! Why, you have promised.”’ 
 
 ‘Yes, but I’ve got to leave town for—well, I don’t 
 know how long. I am going to Europe on business. It’s 
 a case of must.’’ 
 
 ‘In that event I suppose I shall have to excuse you.”’ 
 
 ‘Yes, it is a case of must. Get Bentley. -He’s all 
 right, you know, since he won his case in the supreme 
 court.”’ 
 
 “Don’t taunt me with that, Howard. I merely men- 
 tioned his success the other day for the reason that I 
 thought you were interested in him.” 
 
 “Oh, Iam. He was always so delightfully stupid. 
 You’ve got a regular situation—I mean a regular appoint- 
 ment—now, haven’t you?” 
 
 ‘Ves, and the people appear to be much pleased with 
 me. My hard study is nowcounting forsomething. One 
 of these days I expect to have the largest church in the 
 state.” 
 
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 *‘Oh, ambitious, eh?” 
 
 “Yes, for the larger my field, the larger my opportu- 
 nities todo good. And my wife will bea great help to me.” 
 
 ‘“There’s preacher for you, Hartley. A preacher’s 
 wife is always supposed to be a help to him. “As for his 
 being a help to her, why that is another question. His 
 selfishness is regarded as a devotion to his calling. If 
 there’s a sacrifice to be made, his wife must make it. It’s 
 the cock saying to the hen, ‘help me scratch up this worm 
 and then you may watch me eat it.’ But here, now, 
 don’t look at me that way,” he added, getting up and 
 placing his hand on the preacher’s shoulder. ‘You know 
 that when I begin to talk I never know when to stop and 
 never do stop until Ihave gonetoo far. You know that I 
 believe you to be wholly unselfish; you know that you 
 are the one man in whose honesty I havea firm faith. I 
 must go out now, Hartley. I don’t know exactly when 
 I shall start for Europe, but I’ll make ita point tosee you 
 between now and then.” 
 
 Down the street the lawyer walked alone. He recalled 
 every word of the prayer in ‘the cave. He would have 
 forgotten a prayer at church. Time and time again he 
 asked himself, ‘‘Was ever human passion so strongly 
 tempted?” Why had that religion remained a secret 
 during so many years and then to be revealed to him? 
 Was it providential that he had gone to the mountains, 
 
36 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 gone really without a cause, to be chased by illicit dis- 
 tillers and then to hear that prayer! ‘‘Gods!” he said, 
 ‘suppose I should go there as the Prophet.” He turned 
 into a restaurant, and while sitting there, tasting nothing 
 that he ate, he noticed a bright India ink star on the 
 back of the waiter’s hand. 
 
 ‘‘Who did that?” he asked. 
 
 ‘‘Old fellow that lives down on the river. Used to be 
 a sailor.” 
 
 ‘‘At what particular place by the river does he live?’ 
 
 “In a shanty down at the foot of Broad Street.” 
 
 Bryce went to the old sailor’s shanty. The old 
 man wasthere. ‘‘Do you make much of a living by pick- 
 ing pictures?” the lawyer asked. 
 
 ‘‘Not much of a living, sir, but it’s the best I can do.” 
 
 ‘‘Can you pick faces, handsome ones?” 
 
 ‘‘As putty as you can find in a book, sir.” 
 
 ‘Well, I want five.” 
 
 “You are joking, sir.” 
 
 ‘“‘T don’t joke at the expense of a poor man’s living. I 
 want five pictures, heads of handsome girls, three on the 
 right arm and two on the left. And I want a name 
 placed above each one. Can you do that?” 
 
 “T can make the puttyest job you ever seen, sir.”’ 
 
 ‘When can you begin?” 
 
 ‘‘Now, but you know, sir, that it will take some time,” 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET’. 37 
 
 ‘Which means that it will cost something, eh?” 
 
 “Well, you know, sir, that it’s art, and art’s high 
 sometimes.” 
 
 ‘All right,” said the lawyer, taking off his coat. ‘‘Do 
 me a good piece of work, say nothing about it, and I’ll 
 pay you more than it’s worth.” 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 The sun had just slanted into the afternoon. The men 
 of Bolga were at work in the fields lying about the vil- 
 lage ; the women were weaving flax. In the air quaint — 
 old songs were floating, songs that might have been 
 heard in Cromwell’s camp. The weaving was done in 
 one long room. Children were playing about the door. 
 A woman came in with a bucket of water. 
 
 ‘* Sisters,’’ she said, ‘‘look out at that strange man 
 standing in front of the temple.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Strangers are more common now than they were 
 when I wasa girl.’? an old woman spokeup. ‘‘ I remem- 
 ber that during a whole term when I was a Wife of the 
 Prophet not an alien soul was seen here.’’ 
 
 ‘* But look, sisters,’’ said the first woman, ‘‘see how 
 strangely this man acts. He stands there waving his 
 arms and they are bare. I will go to the field and tell 
 the Father.”’ | 
 
 The Father was hoeing corn not faraway. The woman 
 ran to him. 
 
 ‘‘ What is it daughter ?’’ he asked. 
 
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 of the Temple.”’ 
 
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40 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 boldly toward the man who had caused this unwonted 
 stir. 7 
 
 ‘May I inquire,’’ the old man asked, approaching, 
 
 why you have come hither and why you act so strangely? 
 If you are in distress, tell me your trouble, and if I can 
 relieve you, consistently with what I eS to be right, I 
 will do so and send you on your way.’ 
 
 ‘‘T am inno trouble, reverend sir,’’ the a Ginas: replied, 
 ceasing to make his motions. ‘‘I have been drawn to 
 this place. Day and night have I wandered, not know- 
 ing which direction to take, but feeling that I was guided. 
 And now, reverend sir, I should like to ask you why I 
 am here? ’’ 
 
 ’ 
 
 ‘You speak strangely,’’ said the old man, halting. 
 ‘Do you not know what induced you to come this way ?”’ 
 
 ‘* Not wholly, reverend sir. But it came upon me that 
 I was wanted here—came upon me in a most mysterious 
 way. Iwas far distant from here when suddenly there 
 came a Clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. I fell 
 senseless, and when I came to, I felt that somewhere I 
 had a sacred duty to perform. And I looked at my arms, 
 for they were stinging, and there I found these pictures 
 and these names, which must have been drawn by the 
 lightning. Come and see for yourself.’’ . 
 
 The Father was now trembling at every joint. He 
 tottered forward, caught sight of the pictures and the 
 
HE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 41 
 
 names, and lifting his hands, he shouted: ‘‘ Ring the 
 temple bell !’’ 
 
 ‘‘ But, Father!’’ cried awoman who stood near, ‘‘ the 
 bell has never been rung, is never to be rung until the 
 Prophet is come.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Ring, daughter!’’ he shouted, bowing his head. 
 “Ring that the brethren may hear. The Prophet is come!”’ 
 
 The woman ran into the temple. The Father and the 
 stranger stood with heads bowed. Loud and clear pealed 
 forth the bell. And then from the fields the men came 
 running. A chant, a strange hallelujah came from the 
 awe-stricken group of women. ‘The children in fright 
 clung to their mothers. The Father lifted his hands and 
 in a loud voice summoned his people into the temple. 
 There were whisperings and shrinking back, there were 
 exclamations of astonishment. 
 
 ‘Chosen people of the Most High!’’ the Father 
 shouted, ‘‘ be not afraid, for this day have you seen the 
 fulfillment of the promise made to our fathers. Daugh- 
 ter,’’ he called, addressing the woman who had come to 
 him in the field, ‘‘ command the Wives of the Prophet to 
 make ready for the ceremony, for their lord is come.”’ 
 
 Bryce, wretch that he felt himself to be, caught the 
 spirit of this excitement. He looked sharply about 
 him, and saw that the women were comely—some of 
 them at least— and that the men were strong. He was 
 
42 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 not there to guide, but to submit, to take the part 
 assigned him. But why did not the five girls come? 
 One of the Councilmen, carrying a dark robe on his arm, 
 came to him after conferring with the Father, and said: 
 ‘‘In the room over there is a place to bathe. When 
 you have done that, put on this robe.” 
 
 He entered the room, and the door was closed. The 
 bath-tub was of stone, and he sat on the edge, when he 
 had taken off his clothes, and mused over the strangeness 
 of his situation. ‘The brethren and sisters were singing a 
 hymn. Hartley’s sad face came up, but he brushed it 
 aside. The enormity of his crime fell damp and cold 
 upon him, and he strove to defend himself. Why had the 
 revelation been made to him? ‘That was his defence, 
 and, lame though it was, yet it satisfied him. He 
 bathed and put on the robe. Why were they keeping 
 him there so long? A tap atthe door. He stepped out 
 into the Temple, and a chant arose. What a transforma- 
 tion met his view. ‘The floor was carpeted with roses. 
 He looked toward the main entrance and caught his 
 breath. There came, walking one behind another, five 
 girls, dressed in white, beflowered, beautiful. It 
 was his time to act, and he advanced to meet them, 
 slowly walking with hands uplifted. The girls joined 
 hands and encircled him. Some of them wore lilies, 
 others roses in their hair. ‘They stood with heads bowed. 
 

 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 43 
 
 He saw their blushes; he caught sight of thrilling eyes. 
 The chant was hushed. ‘The Father approached. Bryce 
 looked up. He was standing in front of an altar. Now 
 the Father spoke. His deep words trembled from his 
 lips. Bryce could not remember what he said ; he caught 
 but the meaning of a word here and there. The ceremony 
 was simple and was soon over. ‘There he stood, among 
 his wives, shaking hands with the men and women who 
 shyly came forward to greet him. He was glad that they 
 looked upon him simply as a man. After all the real 
 Prophet was to come — to come from among his offspring. 
 Now the ranks were broken ; there was no further cere- 
 mony. The mothers and the fathers of the Wives wept over 
 their daughters, but in their tears there was no sadness. 
 Bryce stood talking to the men. How sincere, how 
 devout they were. How far back into the past he had 
 been thrust he knew not. How strange a gathering ; 
 how marvelous a belief to exist at the electro-glaring end 
 of the nineteenth century. How ruling is a faith; how 
 it blinds reason, blots out incredulity. . 
 
 ‘*VYou must instruct me,’’ Bryce said to the Father. 
 
 ‘* All that you need to know you shall know in time. 
 You, like the rest of us, are simply an instrument. You 
 -are indeed to be one of us, obeying our laws as we 
 obey them. The only privileges which you possess 
 are those conferred by your marriage. We do not 
 
44 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 practice polygamy; that is forbidden except to the 
 Prophet: 
 
 ‘“Vou call me the Prophet, Father, and it may be well, 
 but before coming here I had no thought of being a 
 prophet. But those pictures, and a peculiar influence 
 that came upon me, taught me that I was destined for 
 something. I am not as yet fully acquainted with our 
 creed, but you will find me a faithful servant.’’ 
 
 ‘You know enough, my brother. Ah! how we have 
 waited ; and how our fathers and grandfathers waited. 
 But you have come at last; and now shall arise the 
 Savior of man, not to be despised, but at the proper time 
 to be proclaimed a king. Then we shall march away in 
 triumph to declare the glory of the one Great Father, to 
 view the offer of true salvation unto man.’’ 
 
 Now they were making preparations for the feast, and 
 a simple feast it was to be. Strong, clear-cut features 
 showed that gluttony was not a part of this religion, and 
 vigor proved that neither was undue self-denial of food a 
 feature of it. Tables, swiftly but not jarringly made of 
 trusses and long boards—tables reminding one of old 
 pictures of the Last Supper — were placed by light-footed 
 men, spread by graceful women, and rose-strewn by girls. 
 Chairs, stools and benches were brought. Bryce noticed 
 that there was one table smaller and more profusely dec- 
 rated than the rest. He was standing near this table 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 45 
 
 when the Father said to him: ‘‘Sit you there at the 
 right.’? And then he added: ‘‘ Come, Councilmen and 
 Wives, sit here with the guest which the Lord has sent 
 unto us.”’ 
 
 When they were all seated, and when the Father had 
 pronounced a short but impressive blessing, Bryce re- 
 marked: ‘‘ Father, a flash from the clouds threw to me 
 the names of my wives, but as yet I am unacquainted 
 with the personality of those names.” 
 
 “True, brother. ‘T'o your right sits Alma, to her right 
 is Mary. Over here is Rachel; there near Councilman 
 Trent is Judith, and to my left is Silvia.” 
 
 Bryce bowed to each one and muttered something. Was 
 he in Fairy Land? Could all this be real? From the 
 society which he had known could there have been gath- 
 ered such grace of form? Eyes that had never been dimmed 
 by a moment of dissipation, complexion fresh from the pure 
 air of the mountains, lips that shared the secret of the 
 red-bud tree—purity’s unconscious sacrifice. The soft 
 color of the earliest glow of sun-rise met his view as his 
 
 eyes followed the nod of the Father as he called the 
 | names, and though the Father and the Councilmen could 
 see naught save devotion to duty, this young man from 
 the world thought that he caught a glimpse of a sweet 
 mischief. He could not stare, but how drinking, how 
 eager was his swift look from one to another. He noticed 
 
46 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 Alma’s neck, the silk-like hair looped up from it and 
 pinned with a rose-bud. Hesaw the proud look of a 
 woman at another table and he knew that she was Alma’s 
 mother, knew that this woman’s pride in life had been to 
 see her daughter a Wife of the Prophet. 
 
 ‘‘Did you ever expect that I should come?’’ he asked 
 in alow tone, and Alma answered: ‘‘ We were taught 
 to pray for your coming.”’ 
 
 ‘‘T hope you are not disappointed in me.”’ 
 
 ‘The Lord would not send us a disappointment.’’ 
 She gave him a full view of her eyes as she said this; and 
 the word that shot through his brain was—‘“ glorious,’’ 
 
 ‘“ No, he would not have sent a disappointment, for you 
 were ready to accept His choice, but suppose I had come 
 a wrinkled old man, would you have been as pleased with 
 me?’’ He asked this in a whisper, and in a whisper she 
 answered, ‘‘ No.’’ 
 
 Emotion clogged his mind, and but little of what fol- 
 lowed remained in his memory. Lamps were brought 
 and he knew that evening was come. A chant arose and 
 swelling into great volume, floated to the mountains and 
 then softened, etherialized, seemed to float back into the 
 temple. The Father and the Councilmen gathered about 
 the altar, and the Father, standing in the midst of them, 
 preached a sermon. A strong wind must have come, for 
 one of the heavy doors slammed; and the blaze of a lamp 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 47 
 
 leaped up and died in the darkness. ‘The preaching was 
 done. The Father and the Councilmen approached Bryce 
 who was still sitting at the table with his wives. 
 
 ‘‘ Brother,’’ said the Father, ‘‘I know not what your 
 name has been, but now it is Joseph.”’ 
 
 Bryce bowed and thus replied: ‘‘ Your willis mine.’’ 
 But he could not help but think of the inappropriate per- 
 versity of the name. He would have been the last man 
 to leave a garment in the hands of a voluptuous tempter. 
 
 ‘* Brother,” said the Father, ‘‘ we will now conduct you 
 and your wives to your home, the house prepared for you 
 by our fathers. Come.”’ 
 
 Another song arose, and now in the dim light he saw 
 one eager, hard and disappointed face. A young man 
 approached and was gazing at Alma. But that face was 
 soon forgotten 
 
 When they entered the Prophet’s home, Bryce found 
 himself in a large circular room, lighted by a single lamp, 
 swung from the ceiling. The floor was of stone; the 
 walls were white. He noticed five closed doors about the 
 circle, and one door to the right standing ajar. To this 
 latter room he was conducted. It was meagerly furnished 
 with two chairs and a table, but no bed. 
 
 Sit you here,” “said. the Father. . °° We return 
 to the temple to pray for guidance. Remain until 
 I come.” 
 
48 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 Bryce heard the opening and the closing of the other 
 doors. What anuptual night! He was tremulous. And 
 he wondered how it all was to be arranged, but would 
 ask no question. 
 
 There was no lamp in this room, and save for the dim 
 glimmer of lightning on the narrow window panes, light- 
 ning that came from the far west, the room was in black- 
 est darkness. There was a low rumble of thunder as 
 though a mountain gorge were growling. Bryce got up; 
 he could sit no longer. He thought ofa sister who had 
 blessed him with her dying breath. ‘‘God Almighty! 
 can she see me now?” he almost cried. Cold perspiration 
 broke out upon him. ‘‘ You are a fool,” he said to 
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 There was a tap at the door. His blood leaped. 
 ‘Come in.’’? ‘The Father was in front of him. The old 
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 Morning dawned with dewy freshness. The night had 
 been wild, but all that was now left of that wildness was 
 the louder gurgle of the streams that poured down from 
 the higher mountains far away. With the first over- 
 pouring of light from the sun, a mocking-bird flew to the 
 roof of the Prophet’s house and trilled his thankfulness 
 for a day so lavish in its splendor; and a cat-bird, less 
 majestic in range, but almost as melodious, sang his 
 praise in a syringa bush. The white spirea was in 
 bloom, holding up its bridal wreath, and the rich scent of 
 the calacanthus was mingled with the sunshine. The 
 village was early astir, and a long horn that hung on the 
 wall of the weavers’ room was taken down and blown 
 with a throbbing blast. Breakfast was ready. ‘There 
 were several dining-rooms, and families, as nearly as was 
 convenient, were expected to eat together. The cooking 
 was done in one large kitchen. The Prophet’s dining- 
 room was but a short distance from his dwelling. A long 
 table was spread there, and any one was privileged to eat 
 with him. ‘The other Wives, together with the Father 
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 Bryce and Alma entered the room. ‘There was a flutter: 
 among the giris and a low mysterious whispering, which 
 the Father reproved by a glance, and.Alma, knowing 
 that she was looked upon with curious concern, blushed 
 under their attention. 
 
 ‘“Brother Joseph,” said the Father, ‘‘ here are places 
 for you and our daughter. We have waited for you.’’ 
 
 “‘IT hope that you have not waited beyond a time of 
 
 easy paitetce,”’ Bryce replied. 
 
 “Oh, no; we have just sat down. See how beautiful 
 the morning is,” the Father added, waving his hand 
 toward the door. ‘‘ We can read a promise in its light 
 and stillness. But at one time during the night we were 
 threatened by a destructive storm. It was the lesson of 
 life — the greatest good sometimes follows the appearance 
 Orevil:’2 
 
 ‘‘Father,” said Bryce, ‘‘ You must tell me what I am 
 expected to do; how I am'to deport myself.” 
 
 “You will pick that knowledge mainly from observa- 
 tion. But of course Iam willing to instruct you. We 
 might say that you are the only convert that we have ever 
 gathered from the world, and you were sent to us. Some 
 time you must tell us how your early life was spent, but 
 we shall have time enough for it all. To the vulgar, ours 
 is a strange religion —all religions have at one time been 
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 when the vulgar mind shall be purified. ‘To-day you will 
 take an oath, and then you shall know what your imper- 
 ative duties are. ‘There are many things, however, that 
 we can discuss openly, that 1s among ourselves, but 
 amidst strangers you must keep absolute silence with 
 regard to our creed. You must be careful in your read- 
 ing ; not that worldly books are so harmful to one whose 
 mind is rightly set, but that it would be time thrown 
 away. But good books are at all times to be commended. 
 True rhetoric is the voice of God; therefore, strive to 
 speak as becomes a godly man, the chosen seed, the pro- 
 pagator of one who is to offer salvation unto man. And 
 these precious daughters you are to treat as though they 
 were flowers from a holy garden, and they are to look 
 upon you as their master. They are to love you and to 
 obey you; and you must remember that it is the nature 
 of woman to be petted. The little worries of a pretty 
 head are to be soothed.” 
 
 ‘Father, you spoke of my sharing your labors. What 
 labor am I to perform, and when am I to begin?” 
 
 ‘“‘OQur men work in the field, and by turns teach 
 our school. But work in the field is more of a needed 
 exercise than a labor. We do not believe in wearing out 
 the body merely to gather wealth ; our wants are but few 
 and are easily supplied. Nearly everything we need is 
 grown here. We raise sheep, and our clothes are woven 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 53 
 
 here. Weaving is hard work, but no woman is forced to 
 weave more than one day a week.’’ 
 
 ‘Would that the whole world were so well governed,” 
 Bryce replied. ‘‘But tell me, do the laws of the state 
 interfere With you ?” 
 
 ‘‘As far as the law knows us,’’ said the old man, 
 ‘“we are the children of meekest obedience. The con- 
 stable never comes hither, and by courtesy we are excused 
 from jury duty.” 
 
 ‘“That courtesy is apparent,’ Bryce replied. ‘‘ A jury 
 selected from among you would be too intelligent, too 
 justice-loving. One clod on a jury—and they must 
 always have a clod — would muddle eleven Isaac New- 
 tons.” 
 
 ‘‘Joseph, you speak as one who knows.”’’ 
 
 ‘Why not, Father? I was gathered from the world.”’ 
 
 Bryce now had an opportunity to study not only the 
 faces of his wives, but to place an estimate upon the 
 Father and upon Councilman Trent. The belle who has 
 left the ball-room late at night does not look so well at the 
 breakfast table, but these girls were as fresh as the flowers 
 that grew near the door. Their beauty winced not even 
 in the sun-light. The type was nearly uniform, the grace 
 of health, the perfection of skin, of teeth, of eyes. But of 
 course he could see certain differences. Mary was a 
 blonde, and Judith’s hair was intensely black, but the 
 
54 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 smooth oval of the face was the same. He wondered if 
 they were all alike as to character; whether they pos- 
 sessed a hidden individuality that at some time might 
 show itself. ‘‘ All women are the same,’’ he mused, 
 ‘‘and yet how widely different.’’ 
 
 The Father was exceedingly tall, proudly straight and 
 with character marked on every feature. His nose was 
 large and thin; his hair had never been cut, and his beard 
 was long and grizzled, His eyes were dark, with a be- 
 nevolent warmth in them, and yet they were sharp and 
 questioning. He looked like the ruler of rude men, stub- 
 born if needs be, but just and sincere. ‘Trent was shorter, 
 fleshier and without question, lazier. 
 
 ‘* After breakfast,” said the Father, ‘‘ you may go to 
 
 the warehouse and select a suit of clothes to fit you, and. 
 
 then you would better walk about and make yourself ac- 
 quainted with your surroundings. You are not to cut your 
 hair or to shave again. Asa rule we are not antiquated, 
 but we insist that no man shall shave. We care naught 
 for the world, as the world now is, but you must have ob- 
 served that our speech is not materially different from the 
 speech of other men. ‘There is a reason for this, for when 
 the time for us to leave this village shall come, we do not 
 wish to go back into the world as strangers in speech. 
 And that is one of the reasons why we encourage the 
 reading of good books. But do not -give me credit for 
 
 
 

 
 ate a i i a ec ea ars 
 weal pes wre pf ‘ sl . 
 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 55 
 
 this.” Bryce had looked admiringly at him. ‘‘It was 
 practiced by-our grandfathers.” 
 
 ‘“Am I permitted to smoke?” 
 
 ‘*Ves, pipes; but naught else. That which the Lord 
 in his graciousness has inspired to grow out of our soil, 
 We permit our people to use.” 
 
 ‘While I was of the world,’”’ said Bryce, ‘‘I was fond 
 of coffee. Would the drinking of it now be in opposition 
 to your rule?” 
 
 ‘“Decidedly. Coffee does not grow out of our soil.” 
 
 ‘* But is it not consistent to drink whisky? Corn grows 
 out of our soil.” 
 
 ‘“And a bludgeon grows out of our soil, but shall we 
 sieze it and with it crush a brother’s skull?” Hereupon 
 Councilman Trent gave a triumphant grunt, but the 
 Father, averse to an applause that might mean the 
 embarrassment of their new brother, cast upon the Council- 
 man a look of mild reproof. 
 
 _ A few moments of silence followed. ‘‘ Father,” Bryce 
 asked, ‘‘when shall I appear at the temple to take the 
 oath?” 
 
 ‘* At the setting of the sun.” 
 
 Immediately after breakfast Bryce was shown to the 
 warehouse, where he selected a suit of clothes, a long coat, 
 knee breeches, thick cotton stockings and buckles made 
 of horn. His hat was ofrye-straw and his shirt was made 
 
56 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 of the strongest and plainest linen. And he felt rather 
 proud of his shapely legs when again he stepped out in 
 full view of his wives, and he saw by their smiles and 
 their nods that his new dress had awakened a fresh ad- 
 miration. The men were now gone tothe field, and Bryce 
 heard the bump, bump of the looms in the weaving rooin. 
 He looked about him, at the clean stone houses, the turf- 
 grown, path-streaked plaza, the temple with its heavy 
 brow, the great old English elms that many years ago 
 had been set out in picturesque contempt of regularity— 
 at the four high, wooded-and graceful hills that arose from 
 the corners of the broad field. How wise had been the 
 selection of this basin, for although in the mountains it 
 was sheltered from the cold winds. ‘The fruit was rarely 
 killed in the spring, and during the hottest weather of 
 mid-summer the grass remained green. But for a moment 
 this beauty, this harmony, this gracious smile of nature, 
 smote him with a keen remorse. Would that he could 
 have come hither as a real brother, as a sincere and vir- 
 tuous man. He heard light foot-steps and turning saw 
 Judith approaching with the charm of a timid draw-back 
 in her manner. Remorse was gone. 
 
 9 
 
 ‘“T am going with you,’’ she said. 
 ‘‘ Are you, sweet creature ?”’ 
 A. blush was her reply. ‘‘ Where are we to go?’ he 
 
 asked. 
 
 
 
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 ‘Whither you may direct. I can show you the woods 
 and the flowers. But the creek is muddy and we can’t 
 see the fish.”’ 
 
 “But I know that anything you show me will be beau- 
 tiful.’’ 
 
 She looked up at him and there was mischief in her 
 eyes. ‘‘ Was flattery inspired, or does it come from the 
 world ?”’ she asked. 
 
 “Truth may come from the world, sweet one, and yet 
 have been inspired. Let us walk over there,’’ he added, 
 pointing toward the west hill. ‘‘ Will you take my arm ?”’ 
 
 LS 
 
 ‘‘T am to show you and you are not to show me,’’ she 
 laughed. ‘They had walked some distance, side by side, 
 when she said: ‘‘I can beat you running.’’ 
 
 ‘What!’ he spoke up in surprise. ‘‘ That would be 
 undignified ; wouldn’t it ?”’ | 
 
 ‘No; not if you run gracefully. Ican run faster than 
 nearly any of the boys in the village ; and I was almost 
 sorry when I had to stop playing fox.”’ 
 
 ‘* But why did you stop ?”’ 
 
 ‘Because I became a Wife of the Prophet.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Oh! And you have one cause for regret ?”” 
 
 ‘*TIt is hardly a regret.’’ 3 
 
 “* How old are you, Judith ?”’ 
 
 ‘*T shall be nineteen next month.”’ 
 
 ‘‘You have never been away from home, have you?”’ 
 
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 58 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘Qh, yes; I have been over to the rivera number of 
 times, and once when I was very small I went away over 
 to Knoxville.”’ 
 
 ‘“Why did you go so far as that ?”’ 
 
 ‘‘T went with the men who took the linen to market. 
 Oh, and it was the longest journey in the world, I 
 thought. Have you ever been there ?”’ 
 
 ‘* Yes, and in hundreds of other places.’’ 
 
 ‘* Yonder is the creek,’’ she said. 
 
 They were now skirting the base of the west hill. The 
 ground was gently rolling. Summer had just begun to 
 fulfill the gorgeous promises of spring. ‘The fire-bush, 
 under the flutter of a bird, threw down a lip-like bloom, 
 and a lubberly owl, frightened out of his morning nap, 
 sent down a pearl-like shower from the white-laced top of 
 a wild plum tree. A wily old quail, pretending to be 
 desperately wounded, fluttered in the path until her 
 young ones had hidden themselves in the grass; anda 
 gaunt rabbit, with his thin ears spectral in the sun’s 
 strong light, sought safety on the knoll where the man- 
 drakes grew. 
 
 ‘* Here is the creek, and it is not so muddy as I thought 
 it would be,” said the girl ; and without giving him time 
 to reply she ran on ahead and seated herself on a rock at 
 the brink of the stream. He followed, laughing, and 
 plucking a flower he handed it to her as he seated him- 
 
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 sons hn a 2h NE eae rv 
 
 Py i ar 
 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 59 
 
 self on the rock close beside her. The stream, swift from 
 the higher lands, had shrunken from its flood-line, and 
 by the slightest tarnish of its sheen held but a reminder 
 of last night’s storm. From far below, where the water 
 poured upon a hollow rock, came a musical, echoing 
 roar, changing in tone with the stir of the gentle wind, 
 now almost hushed, now loud and resounding. They 
 were under the shade of a beech tree, just above a point 
 where two long lines of sycamores ended. In front of 
 them were the rolling woods, through which they had 
 passed ; and back of them, far away, was a wild jolt of 
 country, a great bluff and a tumble of rocks.?’ 
 
 ‘What sort of books have you read?” he asked. 
 
 “Books that you might laugh at,” she answered. 
 ‘“Some of them have been very dull, with long words 
 without music in them, but some of them have been 
 sweet with the perfume of flowers. 
 
 ‘* Were any of them stories of love ?” 
 
 ‘No!’ she answered, looking at him in surprise. 
 ‘‘Love, we think, is too sacred to be put into a book.” 
 Her hands, holding the flower, were clasped in her lap. 
 He put his hand upon them, and she caught her breath 
 with sudden quickness. 
 
 ‘‘Did you ever read of sailors cast away at sea, of 
 people thrown upon strange islands?” He was thinking 
 now of the India ink pictures on his arms. 
 
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 60 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘We have no such books,” she answered. 
 
 He noticed a young man walking a short distance 
 below on the opposite shore, and he thought that he 
 remembered having taken a closer look at his face, and 
 he asked: “‘ Who is that?” 
 
 ‘‘ Benjamin, the son of Councilman Blake. I will tell 
 you something if you’ll promise not to say anything 
 about it.’’ 
 
 ‘*T-promise. * , 
 
 ‘Well, he is Rachel’s brother, and was engaged to 
 marry Alma.” 
 
 ‘‘’Then he must hate me. I remember how hard he 
 
 looked at me yesterday evening.” 
 
 ‘Hate you? Howcan he hate you? Was it not the 
 
 will of the Lord that you should be taken from the world 
 and placed among us; and was it not ordained that you 
 were to be the husband of the Wives? He can’t hate 
 you.” 
 
 ‘‘ When were he and Alma to be married ?” 
 
 ‘*’They were to have been married last fall, but Alma’s 
 mother begged her, and then the council commanded her 
 to wait, until after the new election of the Wives. I won- 
 der if he is coming over here? No; he has turned off 
 into the woods.’’ 
 
 ‘‘T am sorry for him. He took it greatly to heart, 
 
 didn’t he ?” 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 61 
 
 **He said nothing. How could he?” 
 **But Alma — did she appear to grieve over it? 
 
 ) 
 
 “You ought to know,” she answered, turning her face 
 from him. 
 
 “ But I don’t know. Was she grieved ?” 
 
 ‘““Who among us would decline to be a Wife of the 
 
 Prophet?’ she simply remarked. 
 ** But that is not answering my question.’’ 
 
 “I don’t think,” she said, ‘‘ that Alma loved him very 
 much. Would it relieve youif I were to say that I know 
 she did not?”’ 
 
 “Well, yes, as I am far from desiring to bring trouble 
 to the breast of any one.”’ 
 
 ‘“Would you beso much concerned about me?’’ she 
 asked, looking him full in the eyes. 
 
 ‘*T could say more, but I shall say only yes. Judith, 
 you must know that you are a beautiful creature.’’ 
 
 ‘“You must not.talk to me that way.. You were sent 
 to us, but you are simply a man, selected from among a 
 world of men, and although I am a Wife of the Prophet, 
 yet I am strongly human. I am no doll; I am a woman.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Judith, suppose that I were to tell you that I love 
 you deeper than I love any of the others.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Oh, if you could tell me that and tell the truth, it 
 would make my heart blaze—but what am I saying? We 
 must not talk this way. But Ido want to be loved by 
 
62 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 you, for to me you are 
 beautiful and your 
 words are as music.” 
 She looked at him, 
 and this man who had 
 made himself a master 
 of innocent hearts, a 
 thief in virtue’s home, 
 blushed under her 
 gaze. But he put his 
 arms about her and 
 
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 bosom. She made no | 
 effort to restrain him.” | 
 
 Was he not her hus- 
 band? Had not the 
 
 religion of her fathers ~.\ 
 
 sanctified their mar- 
 riage? He looked 
 down at her ringletted 
 black hair,at her beau- 
 tiful neck so soft and 
 white—her head bent 
 slowly further back- 
 ward, she put up her 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 63 
 
 A shrill whistle startledthem. Benjamin had come out 
 of the woods, and was standing on the opposite shore a 
 short distance down the stream. 
 
 
 
 ‘‘Heis keeping watch of us,” said Bryce. ‘‘I shall 
 ask the Father if this fellow z 
 ‘No, you must not,” she quickly broke in. ‘‘ We 
 
 must pay no attention to him. Oh, look where the sun 
 is. It is nearly dinner time and we must go back to the 
 village.” 
 
 As they were walking back to the village he asked: 
 
 ” 
 
 
 
 ‘* Were your people 
 
 ‘‘Our people,” she interrupted, correcting him. 
 
 ‘“Well, then,” he went on, ‘‘were our people never 
 afraid that a false prophet might come?” 
 
 “Why, no. How could a false prophet come? How 
 was he to know anything about our religion?” 
 
 Could she have read his thoughts at that moment, she 
 would have seen these words: ‘‘ How blinder than a 
 bat in the sun-light is human faith. How much proof, 
 and how much argument are required in a court of law, 
 and yet in spiritual things how thin a pretext can pass 
 
 -as a God-sent truth.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Tf you care to walk so far,’ she said, ‘‘ we will go 
 over to the Witch Hole after dinner. But it is nearly five 
 miles from home.” 
 
 ‘‘ What sort of a place is it?” 
 
64 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘*Tt is a broad and deep hole away down the creek, 
 within sight of the place where the creek empties into the 
 river. And I don’t suppose that there’s any place in the 
 river that is half so deep. I heard the Father say that his 
 grandfather took a large rock and Jet it down more than 
 a hundred and fifty feet with a rope and found no bottom. 
 And you must not say anything about this, but a long 
 time ago, one of the brothers went crazy and drowned 
 himself there. No, not exactly there, but just above 
 there. Probably he thought the water there was too deep 
 for him. Please don’t tell Alma or any of the others 
 what we have talked about.’ 
 
 ‘‘Not a word. . What you have said to me is 
 sacred,’’ 
 
 When they entered the dining room, they found the 
 other Wives, Councilman Blake and his son Benjamin 
 already seated at the table. The Councilman was a 
 hearty, bluff old fellow, with a resonant voice; he made 
 broad gestures when he talked, and was fond of talking. 
 Bryce had seen young Benjamin’s hard and eager gaze, 
 had seen him idly skulk along the creek, and had fancied 
 that he must at all times be a clown with a sullen brow. 
 But he now found that his estimate was wrong, that the 
 young man was of strong and attractive mold, with eyes 
 that could appear frank as well as eager, and with a 
 countenance that bespoke determination. 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 65 
 
 ‘We hope,’’ said the Councilman, ‘‘that you hada 
 pleasant time, and that you are pleased with your sur- 
 roundings. But it will no doubt take you some time to 
 become accustomed to your changed condition. It is 
 true that I know but little of the world, but I can well 
 imagine what it is to be taken from a busier life and set 
 down here in this never broken quiet.’’ 
 
 ““Oh, I should think that he would be delighted,”’ 
 Benjamin spoke up. ‘‘ We have often heard of people 
 who became so tired of the world that in order to get out 
 of it they killed themselves; but I cannot fancy that one 
 would like to leave this place.”’ 
 
 “Benjamin is right,’’ Bryce replied. ‘‘I never knew 
 what peace was until this holy religion was made known 
 tore,” 
 
 “‘I am glad to hear you thus express yourself,’’ the 
 Councilman rejoined. ‘‘Indeed, everything connected 
 with your coming has been most befitting. You came 
 without pretense, as one who desired to be taught. With 
 us, you must know, prophet does not mean one who is 
 inspired, but one directed. You have a mission, and that 
 mission does not depart from a human agency ; you were 
 not expected to foretell events but to wait for events. 
 You have had one privilege, aside from your marriage, 
 which has not been granted to anyone else: you have 
 been permitted to discuss, and to hear discussed, our 
 
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66 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 faith, without having taken the oath of creed, but that 
 oath was implied. You must have indeed felt strange 
 when those images and those names were flashed upon 
 your arms. They could have come from no place but the 
 clouds. Not far from here, many years ago, I have 
 heard, a man was struck by lightning while standing 
 under a tree, and when they were dressing him for burial 
 they found upon his breast a picture of the tree drawn. by 
 the lightning. This was a marvel at the time; but how 
 much greater marvel to one, who does not understand, 
 
 are the pictures and the names drawn upon your flesh. 
 
 But to the chosen few it is simple — the fulfillment of a 
 promise. When you came, to restrain undue curiosity 
 among the women and children was impossible ; but you 
 have doubtless noticed that since then there has been no 
 embarrassing attention bestowed upon you.”’ 
 
 ‘* Brother,’? said Bryce, “‘I have never seen such 
 modesty, such refinement, such taste.’’ 
 
 ‘‘It was the grace of courteous restraint,’’ Benjamin 
 remarked. ‘‘Undue enthusiasm is a human weakness. 
 Nature’s work, with God standing back of it, is orderly, 
 except when nature destroys, and then there is fury.” 
 
 Bryce looked at him and wondered what must be pass- 
 ing through his mind, what hidden fire had shot forth 
 this blaze. Had their simple school taught him thus to 
 express himself? Could he think thus swiftly and yet 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 67 
 
 put faith in so unreasonable a creed ? But reason halts at 
 the threshold of creed. Even within hearing of the wild 
 roar of trade, men, who would have reasoned with a 
 Plato, view in ecstacy the trickster’s slate-scratching, 
 and hear with emotion the senseless rapping under a 
 table. * 
 
 ‘“ After dinner,’’ said Judith, ‘‘we are going over to 
 Witch Hole.’ 
 
 Alma looked up and her dark eyes grew darker. 
 ‘“Why go so far?’ she asked. ‘‘Is there no seclusion 
 nearer the village?” 
 
 ‘“‘We were not looking for seclusion, but for places of 
 interest,’’ Judith replied. 
 
 ““We!’* Alma repeated, and she spoke with such stress 
 that the Councilman looked at her. And now Benjamin 
 could not hide a frown. 
 
 ‘“ Tt is most too far to walk unless one sets out earlier,’’ 
 said the Councilman. ‘‘ Brother Joseph may not be used 
 to such exertion. Our daughters, Brother,’’ he added, 
 ‘‘are strong. The lacings, and the unnatural artifices 
 with which some women distort themselves, are unknown 
 here. In the town, whither we go to sell our linen, I have 
 seen women girdled and squeezed almost to breathlessness, 
 and shod in a most cramped and painful way — the appli- 
 ances of Satan made to shorten life and restrict useful- 
 ness. Brother, the circular room of the Prophet’s house 
 
68 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 has been fitted up for a place to sit in during the warm 
 hours of the day and evening. And there we may often 
 tneet and hold profitable converse.’’ 
 
 “Then let such of us as may desire meet there this 
 
 9) 
 
 afternoon,’’ said Bryce. who fancied that he saw a storm- 
 cloud gathering. Alma gave him a grateful look, and 
 Benjamin frowned again. Judith lifted not her eyes ; her 
 
 face was scarlet. 
 
SHARP TE ROViT: 
 
 After dinner, Bryce lighted a pipe, and going out to an 
 elm tree, lay down on the soft sward. He dozed off to 
 sleep and he dreamed of his office in the city. He looked 
 at his book shelves and there were great volumes labeled 
 Treachery, Infamy, Falsehood, Cowardice, Villainy. He 
 looked out through the door, and walking past were the 
 friends who had flattered him, but now they reviled him. 
 Among them was a graceful girl and she alone halted in 
 front of the door; and there she stood with her hands 
 covering her face. He wondered who she could be. Her 
 raiment was white, gauzy as a mist and it flowed in waves 
 about her, although the atmosphere seemed dead. ‘The 
 mockers continued to pass but they jostled her not; in- 
 deed, their countenances when they turned them upon 
 her, showed a deep and passionate sorrow. Suddenly 
 she removed her hands from her face. His sister! He 
 sroaned aloud, and some one touched him. He awoke 
 with a start. Judith sat beside him. 
 
 “Oh, you frightened me,’’ she said. ‘You must have 
 had an awful dream. Your face was horror stricken and 
 you groaned so loud.’’ 
 
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 70 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET 
 
 ‘Yes,’ he said, sitting up, ‘‘I dreamed that you had 
 
 fallen into the Witch Hole and that I had jumped in after 
 
 you, but that you had gone down and I could not find 
 you.”’ 
 “You must not dream such things. There is company 
 
 in our house and I have come after you.”’ 
 
 In the center of the circular room were placed chairs, 
 
 and rugs made of coon skins, and there was a sort of 
 divan made of twisted hickory saplings and covered with 
 a bright purple cloth, colored*with dye stuffs gathered in 
 the woods. ‘The Father was sitting on this divan and 
 
 when Bryce entered he moved over and said: ‘‘Brother ~ 
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 Joseph, sit you here-beside me.”’ 
 
 Bryce obeyed. There were present the five Wives, sev- 
 eral Councilmen and two women who had just come from 
 the weaving room. How clean every one looked, and 
 how attractively the women were dressed, how graceful 
 they were in their easy gowns. And while white prevailed, 
 yet any one among the women was permitted to dress in 
 colors. ‘The colors, too, were tasteful and harmonious. 
 Alma now wore a scarlet cap, while Rachel wore a robe 
 purpled with the juice of the elderberry. 
 
 The Father, noticing that Bryce looked from one to 
 another, remarked: ‘‘You see that we are not cramped 
 by a dull uniformity, Colors come from our soil and they 
 belong to us. We simply.insist that becoming modesty 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 71 
 
 shall govern everything. * Cleanliness is one of our laws. 
 There is a public bath just beyond the Temple, and 
 everyone, upon coming from work, is expected to bathe. 
 Brother, where were you born?’’~ And without hesitating 
 a moment, Bryce answered: ‘‘In Devonshire, England.’’ 
 
 “Tt is well’”’ said the father. ‘‘And were you in that 
 country when you first were influenced to turn your steps 
 in this direction?’ ’ 
 
 “‘T felt a strange yearning to come to America, but not 
 until some time after I reached here did the influence fall 
 strong upon me. I was in the State of Missouri, gradu- 
 ally making my way hitherward when the lightning 
 ’ threw the pictures upon me. After that I was strongly 
 urged, almost impelled in this direction.’’ — 
 
 “In earlier life what calling had you thought to follow?’ ’ 
 
 ‘At an early age I fancied that I had been called upon 
 to preach, but when I sought to make a selection I found 
 that I knew not what form of religion to embrace.’’ 
 
 “But you know now.”’ 
 
 “Ves, for all things, I might say, have been made 
 clear, 3 
 
 “Yea, and you are to preach—we all preach. Regular 
 services are held in the Temple every Sabbath, a day 
 which to the world means Saturday. Silvia, my dear,°can 
 you not sing for us?”’ 
 
 ‘‘T am hoarse to-day, Father,”’ the girl answered. 
 

 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘“‘Brother,’’ said the Father smiling, ‘‘by right of blood 
 she thinks that she has a privilege to quibble with me. 
 She is the daughter of my body as well as the daughter 
 of my creed; she is my only child. She was ambitious 
 of course, to become a Wife of the Prophet, but I strove 
 to discourage her, fearing that my advocacy might have 
 the appearance of a worldly partiality, but the voice of 
 the Council elected her. She is young and has much to 
 learn, and I therefore beg of you to be patient with her.”’ 
 
 ‘‘She is sweet, pure and modest,’’ Bryce replied, bow- 
 ing, ‘‘and the Divine Master could not give to a woman 
 three graces more becoming.”’ 
 
 How easy and how free was this company. ‘The girls 
 talked among themselves and their talk was of the trivial 
 thing that concern the young, yet the Father sat there a 
 religious ruler, an autocrat of a creed and turned not the 
 cold eye of discouragement upon their mirth. And in 
 this how different he was from the average human who 
 feels that he holds in sacred keeping the keys and the 
 seals of spiritual affairs. Bryce hinted at this and the 
 old man remarked: ‘‘A severe countenance is not a com- 
 munication from God, while laughter might bespeak His 
 holy presence. If God is always frowning, why have 
 we flowers and streams that flash and sing in the sun- 
 light? Man must guard against trivial things, it is true; 
 but good humor is not trivial—it is the voice of health.” 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 73 
 
 Bryce looked at him and wondered what must have 
 been the line of his tolerant ancestry. Through many a 
 gentle generation must his blood have been filtered; and 
 how strange it was that a man so resourceful in the field 
 of homely reason should not turn upon his own faith and 
 wither it. And yet he knew men who lived in a city, 
 who read under the electric light, who heard the phonc- 
 graph sing—college bred men, who were just as blind in 
 their acceptance of acreed. He thought of the absurdi- 
 ties of the early christians, who are saints now, how they 
 scourged* themselves; of the learned professors at early 
 Oxford who urged the belief that the world could last but 
 a few years longer. So, after all, in the light of the 
 world’s universal inconsistency, all creeds were consistent. 
 
 The afternoon wore on pleasantly and when the shadow 
 of the west hill had fallen upon the sward where the 
 children were playing, when a blast from the horn that 
 hung on the wall of the weavers’ room had echoed back 
 from the far-off mountain where the rocks lay in a tumble, 
 the Father arose and said: ‘‘ Joseph, with you I shall go 
 to supper, and then with me you will go to the temple, 
 there to receive the oath.”’ 
 
 The meal was deliberate with talk and with a song 
 from Silvia who had repented her earlier refusal; and 
 when they came out, darkness had fallen upon the land. 
 The four Councilmen were outside, waiting for Joseph and 
 
74. THE WIVES Of THE PROPHET. 
 
 the Father. The air was still. Out of some great and 
 forever dark gorge of the mountains a silence seemed to 
 have come, brooding its way to the village and there to 
 settle, even to deaden the evening chirrup of nature. 
 
 None save the candidate, the Father and the Council- 
 men was to be present at the ceremony. ‘The Father took 
 Bryce by the right hand, Councilman Trent took him by 
 the left, and thus, slowly walking, they conducted him to 
 the temple. ‘There was no idle gathering to gaze at them; 
 the plaza was deserted; the people were in their houses, 
 praying. ‘There was but a single light in the*village, a 
 small lamp carried by Councilman Blake. ‘They entered 
 not under the portico, but went through a small door 
 which Bryce had not before noticed. He was conducted 
 into a room, small and hung in black. Councilman Blake 
 placed the lamp upon an altar, and then every one sank 
 upon his knees, all save Councilman Trent who had dis- 
 appeared. Suddenly Bryce was startled by the tolling of 
 the great bell. In the days of his wildness, John Bun- 
 yan might have rung that bell, and gazing at it in the 
 hour of his sin-cursed dispair, he might have trembled 
 lest it should fall upon him. For a long time not a word 
 was spoken, but the bell continued, slowly tolling. 
 
 ‘* Arise !’’? the Father commanded. ‘‘ Bring the robes.”’ 
 
 Black robes were brought, and one of them was placed 
 upon each man, including the candidate. ‘‘ Kneel !” the 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 75 
 
 Father commanded. And when they had-obeyed, the 
 old man continued: ‘‘ Joseph, the bell which Council- ~ 
 man ‘Trent is tolling, was never before tolled in this vil- 
 
 
 
 lage. Itisacere- 
 mony which our 
 fathers held in 
 ae . = : keeping for you. 
 WSS ZA Mark it well. 
 be Place your right 
 ~ hand r 
 
 and upon you 
 
 heart, and your left hand upon my heart.’ Bryce 
 obeyed. ‘‘ Now, repeat after me: ‘Obeying the will of 
 
76 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 the Omnipotent God of the universe, I have come to this 
 spot to perform the duties embodied in the holy creed 
 given fresh from heaven into the hands of my fathers.’’ 
 He waited for Bryce to repeat the words, and then con- 
 tinued: ‘‘I donot come with any especial mark of holi- 
 ness upon me, therefore I am not privileged to break the 
 customs of the people whom God has chosen for his own. 
 I am an instrument to be directed, and must obey the 
 laws. I must hold the creed as a sacred secret, until the 
 proper time shall come to make it known, when the son 
 of my body, inspired from heaven, and directly from the 
 Omuipotent God, shall step forth as the Savior of man- 
 kind. And my own salvation shall depend upon Him as 
 though I were the humblest among God’s people, and I 
 shall meet with no more reward than if I were not by 
 physical ties related to Him; for when the time is come 
 all natural ties shall be broken, and naught but the divine 
 tie shall remain. And if, prompted by rebellious flesh, I 
 should seek to disobey the commands, which are so clearly 
 defined unto me, I hope to receive forgiveness as other 
 
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 transgressors are forgiven. Bryce repeated the last 
 word and waited, but the Father had ceased to speak. 
 But he continued to kneel, with Bryce’s left hand pressed 
 hard against his heart. The bell had ceased to toll, and 
 Councilman Trent had entered the room and was kneel- 
 
 ing near the Father. The old man gently put Bryce’s 
 
 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. ‘EL 
 
 hand from him, looked up, and said: ‘‘I told you, 
 Joseph, that you had but little to learn from this oath, 
 and indeed it is not an oath as our people know that cere- 
 mony.” Another minute of silence fell upon the group, 
 and then the Father said: ‘‘ Kneeling thus, away from 
 the sight of man and within the sight of God, let us pray 
 for the early fulfillment of the hopes that lie so close to 
 our hearts, that lay so close tothe hearts of our grand- 
 fathers and our fathers. I know that under the rule of 
 nature I shall not in the flesh see the ripening of those 
 hopes, but my spirit shall be with the brethren on that 
 great day, singing praises unto the Most High God. Let 
 us pray.” 
 
 Deep and rich was his voice in prayer, and in the 
 energy of his faith, vibrant and thrilling were his words. 
 With bowed head he remained kneeling for a few moments 
 after his utterances had died in a whispered ‘‘ Amen,” 
 and he seemed to be breathing a prayer which was too 
 sacred for human ears to hear ; and Bryce, in his explor- 
 ing fancy, wondered if he were imploring the giver of his 
 religion to grant divine motherhood unto Silvia, his own 
 daughter. 
 
 ‘* Councilman Trent,” said the old man, arising ; ‘‘ take 
 your lamp, and lead us forth.” 
 
 Slowly they filed out, and when Bryce felt upon his 
 cheek the cool breath of the night he looked up and saw 
 
78 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 lights glimmering here and there: they had sprung up 
 when the bell ceased to toll. They went to the house of 
 the Prophet, where a company was gathered. Judith 
 met them at the door, and now it was she who was to sit 
 
 felt gs es ae 
 ot. Str 
 
 with Bryce on the settee made of hickory saplings. . 
 
 Among the company were several elderly women, and 
 how smooth and tranquil their lives seemed tobe. House- 
 hold cares, and the strain of maternity had not fretted the 
 light out of their eyes. One woman told of a time when 
 she had been a wife of the Prophet. The ruler of the 
 American people, President Poik, had passed through the 
 village while going to the mountains to hunt. She 
 remembered it well, for the very next year an epidemic 
 broke out in the village, and a large number of the chosen 
 people had died. ‘The Father, laughing and winking at 
 Bryce, asked her if she thought that the passing through 
 of the president had caused the epidemic, whereupon she 
 pretended to be greatly perplexed at him; but she was 
 
 full of laughter, and she said that the Father was never 
 
 so happy as when he found an opportunity to twist her 
 meaning to suit his oWn mischievous ends. Councilman 
 Trent told of a bear that he had killed, and it was the last 
 one that had been seen in that neighborhood. It wasa 
 cold ‘morning, away back in the thirties, the time of the 
 big snow. He was coming along near the Witch Hole 
 
 when he heard his dog howl, and looking about he saw a 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 79 
 
 bear crushing him. He had no gun, but he had a long 
 knife, and with it he killed the bear. And the Father 
 was now called upon to verify the story, as he had doubt- 
 less been called upon a hundred times before. Young 
 Benjamin, who had just come in, said that there were 
 animals that were far more dangerous than bears; that 
 they did not go about crushing the bones of dogs, but 
 crushed the hearts of men. 
 
 ‘* Benjamin,’’ said the Father, ‘‘ your reading and your 
 meditation must have been more extensive than mine. 
 What sort of animals are they?”’ 
 
 ) 
 
 ‘“‘T do not know their names,’’ the young man 
 answered. 3 
 
 “Then, my son, do not assert so intimate an acquaint- 
 ance with them.”’ 
 
 The elderly women laughed and some of the girls 
 clapped their hands, and Benjamin sat there, looking 
 down. 
 
 ‘‘TLet us have a song,’’ said the Father. ‘‘ Alma, sing 
 us that ballad of the strong man who buckled on his 
 armor and fought for the suffering and the weak.”’ 
 
 “T would, Father, but I have forgotten some of the 
 words.”’ 
 
 ‘*But you have the words in a book. Where is it.’’ 
 
 ‘‘In my room, I think. I will go and see.”’ 
 
 She went to her room, and for the first time Bryce 
 
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 Ee aie. 
 
 80 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 noticed that it was numbered ‘‘three.’’ ‘‘It isn’t in 
 here, ’’she said, stepping out. 
 
 ‘‘T had it yesterday,’’ Judith spoke up. ‘‘ Look in 
 my room.’’ 
 
 Bryce saw her go into room ‘‘four.’’ Judith sat beside 
 him. He looked at her, and their eyes met. The song- 
 book was brought and the old ballad was sung. ‘The 
 Father said that bed-time had come and the company 
 rose to go. ‘‘ With your permission,’’ Bryce remarked, 
 speaking to the old man, ‘‘I will walk home with you.”’ 
 
 ‘“Thank you,’’ the Father replied, taking his arm; 
 and together they walked away. When Bryce returned 
 the circular room was deserted. The door had been left 
 open, and the hanging lamp was slowly swinging. He 
 stood there for a moment, meditating. His mind went 
 back over the day just ended; again he heard the echoing 
 roar of the creek, and again he saw Judith, flushed and 
 beautiful, as she sat beside him on the rock, 
 
CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 Bryce was meditatively walking about the circular 
 room at early morning waiting for Judith to get ready 
 for breakfast, when Silvia came out of room number 
 “‘five.” Just then Judith came and together the three 
 walked across the plaza to the room where breakfast was 
 ready to be served. Councilman Boyle, the father of 
 Alma, sat at the head of the table. He was tall, spare 
 and of severe countenance; he had no compromises to 
 make, looked upon a trifling foible as the promise of 
 a monstrous sin, a Puritan in his faith and of his creed a 
 doctrinaire. He asked a blessing as though he were 
 making a demand and snapped his ‘‘ Amen” as though 
 he had popped it off with a whip. He praised God not 
 so much for the heaven He had promised as for the hell 
 He had insured. 
 
 ‘Brother Joseph,’’ he said, looking hard at Bryce, ‘‘you 
 and our two daughters are lagging this morning. The 
 dew is almost off. Dry grass should not find a man in 
 bed.’ 
 
 ‘““ Not unless he has slept in the hay,” Bryce replied, 
 attempting to turn it off with a pleasantry. But the 
 
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82 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 Councilman wanted no pleasantries. He gave Bryce a 
 brow-knit look and rejoined: ‘‘Let us not prattle a re- 
 sentment in palliation of a duty neglected.’’ 
 
 The girls bowed in submission to this rebuke, and 
 Bryce bowed too, but he could have laughed atthis stilted 
 bigot. Into most remote corners does the world send 
 its representatives of fanaticism. The Pharisee lives on 
 the mountain and in the dell; he sits in the counting 
 house and stands in the pulpit. And his influence uncon- 
 sciously works in harness with the influence of the gener- 
 ous wanton—one gives to virtue a hard and crabbed 
 aspect, the other bedecks vice with a rose. 
 
 They were eating in silence when their Father appeared 
 at the door. How pronounced was the contrast between 
 him and Councilman Boyle, the contrast that lies between 
 broad strength and narrow weakness. 
 
 ‘Brother Joseph, what are you going to do iodage | 
 the Father asked. 
 
 ‘‘ Father, my hands are ready for any work that is ready 
 for them,’’ Bryce answered. Councilman Boyle nodded in 
 approval of this, but the Father replied: ‘“The work is 
 not pressing and can wait. As I told you yesterday, it is 
 better that you should become acquainted with your sur- 
 roundings. Silvia will show you about; she is strong, 
 albeit she is slight, and will set you asharp pace.” 
 
 ‘In one quarter of the meadow where the ground is 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 83 
 
 ‘ 
 
 dryest the hay is ready to be cut, Councilman Boyle 
 remarked. 
 
 ‘“Then let you and I whet our scythes and get at it,” 
 the Father replied. 
 
 “It is well,” said the Councilman, bowing, but Bryce 
 knew that it was not well with him, that he looked upon 
 this honeymoon idleness as he would have regarded all 
 idleness, a sin to be repressed. At Bryce’s right hand 
 Silvia sat, and leaning closer to him, she said in low 
 words: ‘‘Yesterday you spoke of going to the Witch 
 Hole. Let us goto-day.” Hereupon Judith looked up. 
 ‘It was too far yesterday, we were told.” 
 
 And Silvia, smiling, thus replied: ‘‘ You were told 
 so because the day was half spent. Joseph, I will carry 
 our dinner in a basket.’’ She was a willful little creature. 
 
 Bryce asked if Witch Hole were a good place to fish, 
 and the Father answered that Councilman Trent could 
 tell him of great fish that had been caught there. But 
 he cared not to hear a fish story, and above all not caring 
 again to hear the story of the bear, the very last one seen 
 in that neighborhood, he sought no advice from Council- 
 man Trent. ‘They were told that the best way to go was 
 to follow the creek: that the distance was greater, but 
 that the ground was not so rough. While Bryce was 
 arranging his tackle, a thick canerod and a strong flax 
 line, Silvia prepared the luncheon and placed it in a wil- 
 
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 84. THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 low basket. Bryce asked her to let him carry it, but she 
 drew back and said: ‘‘ You must not rob me of all the 
 pleasure of going. Councilman Boyle will tell you that 
 where there is no work there is no enjoyment. No; you 
 carry the pole, and you will find it heavy enough by the 
 time we get there.”’ nse 
 
 They passed along’ the path which Bryce and Judith 
 had trod the day before. The polygamist was not now 
 troubled even with a fleeting self-reproach, and the bloom, 
 the grass, the view, that was rolled out with a tangle 
 here and there, smote his sense of the beautiful, the 
 romantic.. They came within hearing of the hollow roar 
 of the creek, and it was not so loud as it had been yester- 
 day ; they came within sight of the rock whereon Bryce 
 and Judith had sat. ‘They passed near the rock, and he 
 saw lying there the dried flower that the girl had held in 
 its freshness the day before, but it seemed a long time 
 ago. Here it was that Benjamin had skulked along the 
 shore, and here was where the water poured upon 
 the hollowrock. ‘The tall man looked down at his grace- 
 ful little companion. She wore a loose-fitting gown, 
 woven of lamb’s wool and fine cotton, dyed a bright blue 
 with some sort of berries, and girdled at the waist with a 
 white cord. He stepped from a high rock, and 
 
 turned to help her down, but she leaped past him with a 
 laugh. 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 85 
 
 “You are a fawn,”’ he said, catching up with her. 
 
 ‘““You must have been used to a strange sort of 
 women,’ she replied. 
 
 ‘‘ Surely not accus- 
 tomed to gazelies,’’ he 
 rejoined ag‘ Ouchi<4 
 pace as this could not 
 be kept by any woman 
 that I knew in the 
 world. There manmay 
 cultivate strength, but 
 
 T 
 
 women, many of them 
 
 
 
 
 
 OTE 
 
 at least, strive to look 
 delicate. They think 
 that to be strong is to 
 berude. But they are 
 getting away from 
 thatidea. They ought 
 to come up here and 
 take a few lessons of 
 you.”’ 
 
 The other route to 
 the Witch Hole might 
 have been less smooth, 
 but this was rough enough. In places there was a descent 
 so sudden that they had to climb down ; the creek swirled 
 
86 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 to the right and to the left and then tumbled in a roaring | 
 
 fall. Wild was the scene, pathless ; but in that wildness, 
 amid those giant rocks, leaning far over and threatening 
 to tumble from the bluff high above and choke the stream 
 with their monstrous bulk, what a pulpit there was in 
 which to stand and shout in admiration of nature’s tragic 
 mood. ‘They stood upon a dangerous ledge, and with a 
 sense of peril, that sweetened the enchantment of the scene 
 below, looked far down the stream. ‘This man forgot his 
 villainy. He was no longer the most infamous of all 
 thieves, cankered with lust in the home of the innocent, 
 but of the sublime a soulful worshipper. His head was 
 uncovered —it was a revival of the good that was within 
 him, that he had put under his feet. In his breast an 
 excitement fluttered, and to the girl who stood beside 
 him he was grand and noble. She spoke to him, and 
 back to him flew the impulses that had driven him, 
 throbbed him to the old sailor’s retreat, to the portico of 
 the temple, there to stand with pictures on his arms. 
 
 ‘“When we have climbed one more steep place we can 
 see the Witch Hole,’’ she said. ‘‘You look sad. Are 
 you sorry you came?”’ 
 
 ‘“Sorry! Why, little sweetheart, Iam charmed. Are 
 the bluffs high at the Witch Hole?” 
 
 ‘On one side, but the ground slopes on this side and 
 
 we can sit on the grass.’’ 
 

 

 
 The Witch Hole. 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 87 
 
 The creek, fed by noisy rills, was now almost a river, 
 and the country on the opposite shore was as wild as the 
 wake of a hurricane. In one place the gray spur of a 
 great mountain had been cut off with square precision, like 
 a winter’s straw stack, trimmed by an economic farmer; 
 and further down a deep gorge appeared to slope back 
 from the stream, as though it would urge the water to 
 quit its age-worn course. But along the shore where 
 Bryce and Silvia strolled, the éarth dipped down in pleas- 
 ant dells. Now they stood on a grassy slope, and in front 
 of them was the Witch Hole. How well did this dark, 
 brooding pool beseem its name. The water was so blue 
 that it was almost black. The river, not far away, had 
 checked the swift current of the creek, slowly was drink- 
 ing it, and on the pool a hawk’s feather sailed round and 
 round. Dismal were the surroundings; the opposite shore 
 was not a shore, but a wall scarred with red, the smear of 
 an ancient soil, and high at the top a lone scraggy tree 
 stood, with it roots sucking the seams of the rock. 
 
 With many a dainty touch the girl spread the luncheon 
 under a post-oak tree. The place was so steep that Bryce 
 told her that she would better eat with one hand and hold 
 to him with the other to keep from falling, and then 
 he asked: ‘‘The name of this place is appropriate 
 enough, but how did they happen to call it Witch 
 
 Hole ?”’ 
 
88 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘Because a witch used to live here a long time ago,”’ 
 she answered. ‘'And they say that instead of being a 
 hag she was a beautiful girl, And when she saw a man 
 coming she would jump into the pool and pretend to be 
 drowning. Men who had never heard of her would jump 
 in to get her out and she would drag them under and 
 drown them and then raise up out of the water and laugh 
 about it.’’ 
 
 ‘‘T dare say she carried on a great industry,” Bryce re- 
 plied. ‘‘And she was wise in having herself appointed a 
 beautiful girl instead of a hag. For all purposes of de- 
 struction a handsome girl is always more effective than 
 an old woman. And it is not necessary for the girl to be 
 a witch ; to be bewitching is quite enough.” 
 
 ‘“ Joseph, I don’t know what you are talking about.” 
 
 ‘*No? Well, it’s better that you don’t. Let me ask 
 you: Did any of the people of Bolga ever go wrong?”’ 
 
 ‘“Yes, but you must never mention it in the village. 
 A long time ago, before I was born, a girl ran away with 
 aman and married him. They did not hear of her for a 
 long time, but one cold day she came back bringing her 
 child with her. She said that her husband had beaten 
 her and had then deserted her. It was whispered about 
 that Councilman Boyle wanted to put her to death and 
 that my father wouldn’t lethim. And I believe he would 
 have done it, too, for he is very strict. She got on her 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 89 
 
 knees, I have heard, and begged and told them that al- 
 though she had married in the world, yet she had never 
 told anything about our religion.’’ 
 
 **Ts she still living ?”’ 
 
 **'No, she died when the mountain fever came, five 
 years ago.”’ 
 
 ‘‘What became of her child ?”’ 
 
 ‘* She is Mary, your wife.’’ 
 
 ‘* What!” Bryce exclaimed. 
 
 ‘*Yes, and she didn’t think that she was going to be 
 elected, but she had no trouble whatever. Oh, Council- 
 man Boyle might have opposed her until he saw that 
 Alma, his daughter, was sure to be elected. Mary 
 doesn’t know about her mother’s running away—that is, 
 I don’t think she does, for I don’t think that any one 
 would be mean enough to tell her. Isn’t she modest? 
 And she was one of the brightest girls in the school. Oh, 
 did you see that fish jump up !”’ 
 
 *“Yes, I did,” Bryce answered, reaching for his rod. 
 ‘Hah, what a focl I am,’’ he said. ‘‘I have come off 
 without any bait. But I’ve got a fly hook and I’ll catch 
 a minnow. ‘The first thing, though, is to get a grass- 
 hopper.” 
 
 ‘“Oh, let me get one,” she cried, and by the time he 
 had made ready with his fly-hook, she was there with the 
 grasshopper. He caught a minnow, a steelback, and it 
 
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 90 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 was rather large but he decided to try it. He threw far 
 out into the pool and stood there expectantly waiting. 
 He dangled the minnow about on the surface of the water, 
 he walked up and down the bank, at times almost slip- 
 ping into the water, and finally he decided to set his rod 
 and wait. Silvia was sitting under the post-oak tree with 
 her lap full of flowers. He sat down beside her. She 
 looked up at him and her face was bright with happiness. 
 She suffered him to put his arm about her, to kiss her. 
 ‘“ Would it make you happier to know that I love you 
 more than all-the others ?’’ he asked. 
 
 ‘That. would not be right,’ she answered. ‘‘ You 
 must love us all just the same.’’ 
 
 ‘* But that would be quite impossible.’’ 
 
 ‘*Oh, not impossible when it was intended to be that 
 way.’’ 
 
 ‘*But who says that it was intended to be that way? 
 If it is a part of our religion it has not been made 
 known to me?” . 
 
 ‘*Hasn’t it? Well then you may love me just a little 
 bit more than you do the others.’’ He gave her a quick, 
 playful hug, pretending to use great strength; it was 
 more the act of fondling a child than the passionate im- 
 pulse of a lover. 
 
 ‘* You are the sweetest little creature I ever saw,’ he 
 said, 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 91 
 
 ‘“And how long am I to remain sweet; until I get mad 
 at something ?’’ 
 
 “Do you ever lose your temper? Or do you throw it 
 away out of mere mischief ?’’ 
 
 **T don’t know whether I lose it or throw it, but I know 
 that it gets away sometimes. A little thing sometimes 
 makes me awful mad.” | 
 
 ‘“Where did you pick up the school girl use of that 
 word awful? You giveit the light meaning that the city 
 woman attaches to it.”’ 
 
 ““DolI? ‘Then I can go back to the village and put on 
 airs, can’t I? Won’t that be nice? But wouldn’t Coun- 
 cilman Boyle givemearaking? Iwill tell you something 
 else if you won’t say anything about it. I don’t know 
 why I talk to you this way. I am not afraid of you a 
 bit. I thought all men were rough, simply because they 
 are strong, but they arenot. Butletmesee. What was 
 I going to tell you? Oh, yes. Why, not long ago while 
 one of the girls was walking along the creek where some 
 men must have been fishing, she found a paper covered 
 book and she read it and a whole lot of us read it, al- 
 though we knew that we ought to have shown it to some 
 Councilman first, but if you would ask the girls about it 
 now they might tell you they hadn’t read it, for it did 
 raise a muss. Councilman Boyle found it out and he de- 
 clared that not one of us should ever be a Wife of the 
 
92 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 Prophet, but then he had to come down, for some one told 
 him that Alma had read it, too.’’ 
 
 ‘‘ What was the book about ?”’ 
 
 ‘‘Oh, it told of a whole lot of people, of girls that wore 
 the prettiest dresses that your ever did hear of and of men 
 that talked sweet to them. Oh, look there.’’ 
 
 Bryce sprang toward the fishing-rod, and in his head- 
 long eagerness came near tumbling into the water. He 
 caught up the rod and gave a quick puli, and then the 
 heavy pole was bent until the tip end touched the 
 water. ‘‘ He’s a whale!’’ Bryce shouted. He kept the 
 line taut, taking care lest the rod might break. Fora 
 time there was a hard, throbbing pull, and then the line 
 became slack. Was he off? No; there he went, round 
 and round, coming toward the surface. Suddenly, high 
 out of the water he leaped, with mouth wide open. 
 ‘* Biggest bass I ever saw !’’ Bryce cried. Down he went, 
 twenty, thirty feet, to the end of the line, and there he 
 sulked. But it would not do to let him rest, and Bryce 
 gave him a hard pull. Off he shot and in his fury 
 threatened to break the rod, and reaching the limit of 
 his tether, strove to snap the line. Was there ever so 
 determined a fighter? A sudden slack and again he 
 jumped clear of the stream. Down he came with a splash, 
 and off he darted to the end of the line. 
 
 ‘“He’s gone !’’ the girl cried. 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 93 
 
 eNO esde 7 istit, «Bryce replied: “but. it willbe a 
 wonder if I get him out. Wish to the Lord I hada reel.’’ 
 
 ‘* But, Joseph, you must not talk like that even if you 
 do want one. We shouldn’t call on the Lord to aid us to 
 catch a fish.”’ 
 
 **T can’t help it; I call on Him to help me catch this 
 one. I do believe it’s the biggest bass in the world. 
 Now look at him !’’ 
 
 He was cutting scollops here and there. He shot down 
 thirty feet. Bryce could feel him weaving, to get the 
 purchase of his broad side against the water. Now he 
 couldn’t be moved. Harder and harder, as hard as he 
 dared, Bryce pulled. Up he came with another jump, 
 but this time not so high. And now Bryce slowly played 
 him toward the shore. Closer, within a few feet of the 
 shore, on the gravel where the water was shallow, his 
 green side caught a ray from the sun. But a flounce, and 
 again he was thirty feet below the surface of the pool. It 
 all had to be gone over again. Now he was but a dead 
 weight ; he was tired out, almost drowned. Bryce slipped 
 the rod back under his arm, and was taking in the line. | 
 The fish was on the gravel, with but a yard of line 
 between him and his conqueror. Bryce was afraid to lift 
 him clear of the water, and he reached down to slip a 
 finger through his gills. He touched him. A flutter, 
 a flounce, and he was gone. The hook lay on the gravel. 
 
94 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 Bryce stooa for a moment as though he were unable fully 
 to realize the mishap. He took out his handkerchief, 
 mopped his face, and without saying a word, walked up 
 
 the slope. The girl spoke to him, but he a: 
 could not trust himself to speak. With mee 
 a sick feeling he looked back at the ey? 
 
 pool. 
 ‘(Get another minnow,’ 
 
 
 
 
 
 said the girl, ‘‘and he may 
 bite again.”’ 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 ‘He'll do nothing of the sort. He’s ten miles from 
 here,”’ ) 
 
 ‘‘But, Joseph ; you are not angry at me about it, are 
 you?” 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 95 
 
 ‘No, little girl,’’ he answered, trying to smile. ‘‘ But 
 I would have given almost anything to get that fish. 
 Biggest bass I ever saw. Well, get your basket, and let 
 us go home.”’ 
 
 ‘What! won’t you fish some more ?’’ 
 
 ‘* Never as long as I live.’’ 
 
 ‘Oh, you musn’t say that. I am so sorry you lost 
 him. Maybe there’s another one just as big.”’ 
 
 ‘‘There’s not another one in the world that’s just as 
 
 big. Get your basket, and let’s go.” 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 Homeward they went, back through the dells and over 
 the sharp cliffs—the girl bright, looking for happiness, 
 the man inclined toward a moody silence. 
 
 ‘‘And did the losing of that fish really mean so much 
 to you?’’ she asked. | 
 
 ‘‘Tt meant everything and will continue to mean that 
 much until I get over the disappointment. Of course, 
 looking at it from the point of real value, the fish 
 amounted to nothing, but the loss is sentimental and to 
 me it is worse than losing a case in court.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Losing a what ?’’ she asked. 
 
 ‘‘ A case in court, a mere figure of speech, used in the 
 world. I wanted to hold that fish over Councilman Trent 
 and make him squat.” 
 
 ‘‘Oh, but you can tell him how large it was.’’ 
 
 ‘‘ Little girl, you are too innocent even to live in Bolga. 
 He might smile and nod his head and declare that he be- 
 lieved me, but in his heart he would feel that I was a liar. 
 When one saint goes to another and says, ‘brother I saw 
 a ghost,’ the other saint may say, ‘it is well ;’ but when 
 one saint tells another about a bass, the other saint feels 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 97 
 
 the cold chill of suspicion creeping up his back. But 
 there,’’ he added, ‘‘ we won’t say anything more about 
 it.’ He took her hand and led her along as though she 
 were but a child. They founda young bird fluttering on 
 the ground, and he climbed nearly to the top of a tall tree 
 and put the fledgling back into the nest from which it had 
 fallen. 
 
 ‘You are gentle and brave,’’ she said when he reached 
 the ground. ‘‘’The angels smile when we are kind to a 
 bird.” 
 
 ‘““A pretty sentiment spoken by a pretty mouth,’’ he 
 replied, brushing the bark off his coat. ‘‘ And the birds 
 —TI suppose they frown when we are cruel to angels.”’ 
 
 ‘*Joseph, you can say such funny things. How can 
 we be cruel to angels? JI want to remind you of some- 
 thing before we get to the village.’’ 
 
 ‘Can't you remind me of it now?’’ 
 
 ‘*Ves, I could, but there is plenty of time. You will 
 laugh at me when I do remind you of it. Won’t you?’”’ 
 
 ‘*T think not.”’ 
 
 ‘Ves you will, Joseph. You are laughing now.’’ 
 
 ‘Well, but I will hush laughing when you remind me 
 of the something.”’ 
 
 “Oh, you are bidding for me to remind you now. Well, 
 I will, and it is this: You remember what you said when 
 we first sat down under that tree by the pool.”’ 
 
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 98 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘About holding to me to keep from falling ? ” 
 
 ‘“Oh, no. Isit possible that you forget a thing so 
 soon? Don't you know that you said something about 
 loving me more than you would the others, and that I 
 said it would not be right ?”’ 
 
 ‘Ves, I remember that.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Well, I don’t think it would be wrong. Now just 
 look at you, laughing fit to kill yourself.’’ 
 
 He put one arm about her, lifted her from the ground 
 and kissed her. 
 
 Just after they had passed the rock where Bryce and 
 Judith had sat, just before turning a leafy bend that 
 would place them within sight of the village, they were 
 startled by a loud yell and the rapid firing of guns not far 
 away. Bryce ran at the top of his speed, but Silvia kept 
 well up with him. They saw Councilman Boyle running 
 with a gun in his hand; they recognized the Father, calm 
 and dignified in this tumult. When Bryce drew near he 
 saw several men whose dress proved them to be strangers, 
 and when he came to the edge of the crowd that had 
 _gathered, he asked a brother to tell him the cause of the 
 commotion. 
 
 ‘‘T scarcely know,’’ the brother answered. ‘‘ The first 
 we knew a strange man came running out of the woods 
 with other men shooting at him. He ran into the weav- 
 ing-room, and the pursuers want to go in after him, but 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 99 
 
 the Father is striving to protect him until he can find out 
 why they want him.”’ 
 
 The Father stood with his back against the door of the 
 weaving-room, and near him Councilman Boyle stood 
 with his gun. 
 
 ‘‘Joseph, you are back just in time,’’ said the Father. 
 “Stand you here beside me, and let us find out why this 
 riot has been brought upon us.’’ 
 
 A few yards away stood the four men who had done 
 the shooting. They were rough and loud in their demand 
 that the door should at once be opened. 
 
 “This man has been forced to take a refuge here,’’ 
 said the Father. ‘‘ Why do you seek him ?’’ 
 
 ‘“Wa’al, I don’t reckon you’ve got very much to do 
 with that,’ the leader of the men answered. ‘‘It’s 
 enough for you to know that we want him.” 
 
 ‘‘Tt is not enough for me to know that,’’ the Father 
 replied. ‘‘If you are officers of the law, and if this man 
 has violated the law, then it will be enough, and the man 
 shall be surrendered unto you ; but we must know these 
 things. Who are you?’’ 
 
 ‘*T’m Tuck Benson, that’s whoI am ; and I live about 
 thirty mile from here.”’ 
 
 ‘The distance of the place of your abode makes no 
 difference,’’ said the Father. ‘‘ The question is: are you 
 an officer of the law?” 
 
100 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘“No, but I’m a man that attends to my own business ; 
 and this here feller come a foolin’ round my business an’ 
 a tryin’ to get me into trouble, an’ me an’ the boys here 
 want him, an’ we are goin’ to git him. To tell you the 
 whole truth he’s up here fur the gover’ment, an’ is atter 
 us, so to speak. He says that we ain’t got no right to 
 raise co'n an’ make whisky, an’ we say we have. We 
 fit fur the gover’ment durin’ of the war, an’ now the 
 gover’ ment wants to turn on us, an’ we say help yo’se’f. 
 That’s all thar’ is to it. ‘This here feller come up some 
 time ago, an’ tuck my cousin Bob Ed Seviers off sum- 
 mers, an’ he ain’t got back yit. He come back atter us, 
 this here feller did, several weeks ago, an’ we come 
 mighty nigh gittin’ him, but he got out of a place whar’ 
 we had him hemmed up, but I don’t ‘low that he will git 
 out of this here place whar’ we’ve got him hemmed up.”’ 
 
 And these were the men, this was the Tuck who 
 had striven to kill Bryce at early morning when he had 
 been aroused by what he thought was a panther, but 
 what indeed was worse. 
 
 ‘‘Hather,’’ said Bryce, ‘‘let me say a word to thar fel- 
 low.”’ 
 
 ? Proceed; J osepiae - 
 
 ‘And you are Tuck Benson, are you?’’ Bryce asked. 
 
 “That’s what they call me, an’ that’s what I don’t 
 deny.” | 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 101 
 
 ** And you think that it is your right to kill men who 
 seek to enforce the law.”’ 
 
 ‘*T think it’s my right to kill men that try to enforce’ 
 me. 
 
 ‘In other words ycu are a murderer in order to do an 
 unlawful business, Now the best thing you can do is to 
 go on away fromhere. If you don’t you'll get hurt.’’ 
 
 Who ll hurt me?” 
 
 ‘‘T will.’’ Bryce reached over and took Councilman 
 - Boyle’s gun. 
 
 ‘‘Now look here, boys,’’ said Tuck Benson, lets argy 
 this matter a little. You may stand here and protect this 
 here feller, but he’s got to come out some time and when 
 he do, I’ve got him. He brought three fellers with him, 
 and whur air they? Hedon’t know, but we do.’’ 
 
 “‘Joseph,’’ said the Father, ‘‘ this matter stands in need 
 of compromise. We cannot give perpetual protection 
 to this officer; we cannot make him one of us. Mr. 
 Tuck Benson, you ought to know that you cannot subdue 
 the entire government.’’ 
 
 “That’s true enough, but we can pop over men putty 
 fast that come after us.’’ 7 
 _ “Mr. Tuck Benson,’’ said the Father, paying no atten- 
 
 tion to the fellow’s last remark, ‘‘in this matter it is not 
 our intention to take sides against you, for the fancied 
 grievances of the world concern us but little; and at the 
 
102 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 same time we cannot take sides against the government, 
 for that would not be right. Now suppose this man will 
 agree to go away and never to come back here again. 
 Will that satisfy you?” 
 
 ‘‘But if he do agree to that he will come jest the 
 same,’’ Tuck Benson answered. ‘‘ An’ besides ef he don’t 
 come he will send somebody else. No, old man, we’ve 
 got him penned up now, an’ I reckon we better use 
 him.” 
 
 ‘‘But you cannot use him while he is in our house, and 
 we cannot drag him out. Let me tell you and tell you 
 quietly, that if you shoot him here, not one of you shall 
 leave this place alive.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Oid man, I ain’t got no call to doubt what you say,” 
 Tuck replied. ‘‘ Well, now I tell you,” he added after 
 a moment of thought, ‘‘if he’ll swear not to bother us or 
 send any others to bother us for three months we’ll let 
 him off.” 
 
 ‘‘ Are you saying this merely to get a chance to shoot 
 him when he is outside of the village, or do you mean it 
 in good faith?” the Father asked. 
 
 ‘*T mean it in good faith.” 
 
 ‘*But why do you stipulate three months ?” 
 
 ‘* Because we can git away from here by that time, and 
 git fixed somewhar’ else. They have made it too hot for 
 us here,” 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 103 
 
 ‘“ Well, now, remember that if you violate your pledge 
 you gain our eternal enmity, and that will do you no 
 good. Joseph, step inside and see if the man is willing 
 to this arrangement.” 
 
 Bryce opened the door far enough to look into the 
 room and then drew back. He knew the man, a deputy- 
 marshal named Allison, a tricky and indiscreet fellow. 
 A mere sight of him argued and decided the case. 
 
 ‘“ Father,” said Bryce, ‘‘ you present the matter to him 
 and I will stand guard.” 
 
 ‘You have been told to present it,’’ Councilman Boyle 
 spoke up. 
 
 ‘“TIt was not a command but a request,” Bryce argued. 
 
 ‘‘But what objection can you have?”’ Boyle asked. 
 
 ‘Simply a feeling that I could not do it so well as the 
 Father or yourself,’ Bryce replied. 
 
 “Let there be no dispute,” said the Father; ‘I will 
 see him.” : 
 
 The old man entered the room, and Bryce stood with 
 his back against the door. But the deputy-marshal might 
 upon coming out recognize him. ‘The Father returned, 
 and behind him came the deputy-marshal. Bryce dared 
 not look around. ‘‘ You may now vo,” said the Father ; 
 ‘Cand you, Mr. Tuck Benson, must remain here until he 
 has been gone two hours. I will go to the stable with 
 you,” he added, speaking to the deputy-marshal, ‘‘ and 
 
104 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 saddle a horse for you. Ride him one hour and turn him 
 loose. He will come home.” 
 
 ‘‘Gentlemen,” said the deputy-marshal, ‘‘I should 
 like to shake hands with you all, and thank you for your 
 kindness.”’ 
 
 Bryce without looking around, replied: ‘‘ That is 
 not necessary ; it is better that you depart at once.” He 
 leaned the gun against the door, taking care to keep his 
 back turned toward the deputy, and slowly strode away. 
 He went to a well, some distance off, drew a bucket of 
 water, and holding the rim of the bucket to his lips, 
 turned and looked back. ‘The Father and the deputy 
 were walking toward the stable. Councilman Boyle 
 stood holding the gun as though the distillers were his 
 prisoners. Bryce returned to the door of the weaving- 
 room. 
 
 ‘‘T don’t see why he wants us to stay here so long,”’ 
 said Tuck Benson. ‘‘ We ain’t goin’ to pester the feller. 
 Have dun said we wouldn’t.” 
 
 ‘“Stand where you are!” Councilman Boyle com- 
 manded. 
 
 ‘“TIsn’t it just as well to let them sit down?’ Bryce 
 asked. , 
 
 ‘*TLet them stand where they are,’ 
 replied. And they stood there until the Father returned, 
 but they grumbled the while, swearing that they were not 
 
 ’ 
 
 the Councilman. 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 105 
 
 prisoners, that they had simply given their word that 
 they would not leave until the expiration of a certain time. 
 ‘‘Let them walk about!” the Father commanded. 
 ‘‘Joseph, keep time for them, and tell them when to go.” 
 Councilman Boyle went away, the distillers stretched 
 oes themselves on 
 
 
 
 the grass, and 
 
 =A 
 
 Brycesat down 
 Ra ~~ With his back 
 ae against a tree. 
 
 go And he mused 
 
 over the nar- 
 
 rowness of his escape. What 
 if that fellow had caught sight 
 of his face. What if he had 
 cried out: ‘‘ Why, hello How- 
 ard Bryce !”” Now he realized 
 that until his hair and beard 
 should grow long he was to be 
 beset with dangers. He won- 
 
 
 
 dered whether it were possible 
 that the fellow had recognized Se 
 
 him. Society might excuse him, might clap its hands at 
 the recital of so audacious an adventure. But those 
 sturdy men; what would they do? Again he mused 
 over the folly of man’s belief, the blindness with which he 
 
106 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 accepts a creed. He sat there a long time. He arose 
 and walked up and down the sward between the tree and 
 the well; he looked at the clock in the weaving-room, 
 and then turning to the distillers told them that it was 
 time to go. They got up, stretching themselves. They 
 told Bryce that as the government had not permitted 
 them to sleep during the two preceding nights they were 
 thankful for the lodging that he had giventhem. ‘They 
 took up their guns and strode away, and just then Silvia 
 came running to Bryce to tell him that with her he was 
 to eat supper at the Father’s house. 
 
 There was but one street in the village, and it lay in a 
 half circle to the left of the plaza. The Father’s house was 
 in this street, not far from the temple. There was nothing 
 at the Father’s board to distinguish it from any other 
 table in Bolga. The ware was coarse and the food was 
 simple. It was the first time that Bryce had noticed the 
 Father’s wife. She was a quiet little woman and moved 
 about with noiseless step. At one time she must have 
 been pretty, for Silvia had her features.- How neat every- 
 thing was. The oak floor was white; even the chairs 
 had been scrubbed. Soon after supper Councilman Trent 
 came in, and at once Bryce began to tell him about the 
 bass, calling upon the girl to sustain him. The Council- 
 man listened attentively and said that it must have been 
 the one he hung there just after a June rise had run down, 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 107 
 
 five years before. ‘‘ And if you had caught him,” said 
 the old man, ‘‘I warrant that you would have found my 
 hook in his mouth. I mean if you had got him out, for 
 of course you caught him. Yes, sir, that year there were 
 some very large bass taken out of that hole. The Father 
 doubtless remembers one that I brought home. It 
 weighed nearly six pounds, if | remember rightly. Father, 
 do you remember exactly how much it did weigh?” 
 
 The Father answered that at different times there had 
 been a great number of fish brought to the village, but 
 that he could not recall the number of pounds that any 
 of them had weighed. Bryce thought that if Trent had 
 been as skeptical about spiritual affairs as he was about 
 fish he surely would have been an atheist instead of a 
 Councilman of a credulous church. 
 
 The Father’s wife brought three pipes, and under the 
 influence of the tobacco the talk sobered. ‘‘ It is a won- 
 der to me,” said Bryce, ‘‘that this village, having been so 
 long established, does not contain more than four hundred 
 souls.”’ 
 
 ‘*Not when you consider the fact that three times dur- 
 ing our history we have been swept by epidemics, with 
 cholera once, and twice with mountain fever. But it was 
 not intended that our numbers should be great. A 
 multitude could not keep a religion pure. The Saviour 
 of mankind alone can expurgate sin from the crowd. 
 
108 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 And that great day is not far off. Ah, Joseph, this vil- 
 lage now so quiet and so remote, will then be the pulpit 
 of the world. I look toward that day, and its brightness 
 dazzles my old eyes; I listen, and my ears are filled with 
 heavenly music. Pain and evil shall be no more. ‘The 
 heart of man shall be filled with love, and his soul shall 
 be filled with the breath of God. Then, Joseph, should 
 we not endure much to wait for the coming of that day ? 
 Should we complain of the ignorant man’s laugh, the 
 idler’s jeer? God is with us, Joseph, with you and me 
 and with us all.” 
 
 Silvia sat beside Bryce with her hand lying in his, and 
 the quiet housewife, the noiseless little woman was smil- 
 ing upon them. ‘The heart of this man smote him. He 
 got up and looked about. He opened the door and gazed 
 at the moonlight on the sward, at the black mountain far 
 away. Silvia arose and came to him. 
 
 ‘‘Yes, it is time to go,” said the Father. He put down 
 his pipe, arose and approached them, in his great height 
 towered above them, and placing one hand on Bryce’s 
 head and one on the head of his child, he said: ‘‘ May 
 God bless you, my children. Good night.” 
 

 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 At daylight a slow rain was falling, and with a sense of 
 disappointment Bryce heard the dripping eaves. No 
 stroll along the creek, no climbing of the mountain, but 
 an indoor-listening to the dreary stories of Trent and to 
 the bigotries of old man.Boyle. Was this life, whose 
 threshold he had scarcely crossed, beginning to pall upon 
 him? Not yet, but he had begun to wonder how long 
 could he keep up a show of respect for the mummeries of 
 this absurd communion. ‘The husband and the wives had 
 eaten breakfast by the light of a lamp. Councilman 
 Boyle had blown the horn, and it seemed that he had 
 blown it earlier than usual; but in this he had followed 
 the countryman’s preposterous instinct—to get up soonest 
 when there is least to do. Bryce stood in the outer 
 door of the Prophet’s house; in the center of the circular 
 room the girls were gathered, gossiping, laughing, talk- 
 ing about gowns and a new dye-bark that had been 
 brought from the woods, ‘There was no promise of a 
 break in the clouds. Across the landscape puffs of mist, 
 like floating veils were blown; a muffled bird sat under 
 
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110 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 the gable of the weaving room; a rat ran from under the 
 house to steal a drink of water. 
 
 ‘“What do you find out here that is so inter- 
 esting?”’ 
 
 He recognized the voice and he looked around with a 
 smile. Alma stood beside him. ‘‘I have seen you every 
 day,’’ he said, ‘‘and have heard you laugh, and yet it 
 seems that you have been away from me a long and 
 dreary time.”’ 
 
 ‘‘ Not so loud,’’ she warned him. ‘‘ They might hear 
 you. Ifitislong to you, what must it be to me? I have 
 been compelled to see you—but they are listening. Ido 
 not dare to find fault with the religion which God has 
 handed down to us, but I cannot but ask myself—I 
 wouldn’t dare ask the Father—why one wife would not 
 have been better than five.” 
 
 ‘‘Ah, and if you were that wife,” he replied. ‘‘ But it 
 is sinful to question a plan that was drawn for us.” 
 
 ‘‘T know it is,” she said, ‘‘and I am sorry that I spoke 
 of it. But it is so easy to say what we think; yes, and so 
 hard to keep from saying it. Why, though, should we 
 not have the thoughts that the Lord would like best to 
 hear? He knows what we are going to think.”’ 
 
 And with sophistic grace Bryce thus replied: ‘‘ Thought 
 may cote as a temptation; to restrain it makes us vir- 
 tuous.” 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. - 11] 
 
 *‘ But why should God tempt his children with rebell- 
 ious thoughts?” she rejoined. 
 
 ‘* Alma, whence came the incentive to such a question?” 
 he asked, looking straight at her. ‘‘ Your father is a 
 most rigid man, and your training must have been severe. 
 Have you read books that you have hidden from him?” 
 
 *‘ He has seen all the books that I have read; and I will 
 tell you about one of them. -One time while the men 
 were returning from Knoxville, whither they had gone to 
 sell the linen, a ragged man asked them if he might ride 
 a short distance in the wagon. They took him up and 
 let him ride till their roads fell apart, and when he got out 
 he left a book, a tattered thing without any covering. 
 They thought nothing of it, did not look at it, might not 
 have seen it; and I found it in.the wagon after they came 
 back. I was going to school at the time. Of course I 
 was full of mischief, looking for a forbidden fruit, and so 
 one night instead of studying my lesson I read that book. 
 But I repented and the next morning I took it to Coun- 
 cilman Boyle, my father, and gave it to him; and that 
 day at noon he burnt it in front of the temple.” 
 
 ‘“What was the name of the book?” 
 
 ‘‘The Age of Reason. Did you ever see it?” 
 
 **Yes, and all men who have seen it may be wiser, may 
 worship nature with a deeper love, but they are not so 
 religious. It is not right, though, to read such books.” 
 
112 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘T ought not to have read a line of it, ’ she said, ‘‘ and 
 
 I have tried to forget it, but sometimes it comes back to 
 me. But I must go. Taking you to myself to-day is 
 a piece of impudence on my part. You belong to Mary.” 
 She joined the girls, who were still 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 talking about their gowns and the new 
 dye-bark. The rain fell faster, but 
 through it Bryce saw the Father, 
 Benjamin. and several Coun- 
 cilmen coming toward the 
 Prophet’s house. At 
 the door they threw 
 off their gray shawls, 
 stamped their feet and: 
 then bade Bryce good 
 morning. Judith and 
 Rachel sprang up 
 rom the hickory set- 
 tee to let the Father 
 
 and Councilman 
 Boyle sit down; Mary 
 brought a chair for Councilman Trent and Benjamin was 
 permitted to shift for himself. Councilman Boyle’s coun- 
 tenance was a reflex of the morning, dark and lowerifig, 
 and Bryce fancied that the black, dripping dawn must 
 have charged him with many a husky tenate of his 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 113 
 
 creed. But how sincere he was with his thin nostrils and 
 . whining voice; and how sincere was the early Puritan, 
 the sour and merciless headsman of a harsh faith. Bryce 
 hated him and he hated Bryce; it was the involuntary 
 hatred that one extreme feels for the other. And yet this 
 old man was proud to see his daughter a wife of the man 
 he hated, for with savage ardor he believed that as a hus- 
 band he was the fulfillment of a divine promise, and to 
 criticise him was to advise with God. 
 
 ‘“It is perhaps well enough,” said Boyle, ‘‘to rest while 
 it is raining, and still it is not well to idle away our time. 
 We might strip the tobacco that hangs under the stable 
 shed.” He looked at Bryce as he said this, and Bryce, 
 looking at him, replied: ‘‘ By which you mean that it is 
 better to work while you are resting.” 7 
 
 ‘“ Work has its degrees, Joseph ; idleness has not. We 
 labor hard or easily, but when we are idle we do nothing.” 
 
 “T don’t know exactly what you mean, but I suppose 
 your philosophy is all right.” 
 
 ‘We are not guided by philosophy or what may pass 
 for that shadowy quality, but by religion. And above all, 
 life here is not a holiday.”’ | 
 
 ‘“No,’’ the Father spoke up, ‘‘and neither should it be a 
 tread mill. To-morrow, Joseph, will be the Sabbath, and 
 then we shall expect to hear from you in the Temple and we 
 hope that the Lord may put benefitting word in your 
 
 mouth.’’ 
 8 
 
114 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘T am His instrument,” Bryce replied, ‘‘and I hope 
 that I may utter well the words which He may give unto 
 mer 
 
 ‘‘And,’’ the Father continued, “We shall also expect 
 to hear from Councilman Boyle. He is a favored mouth- 
 piece and his words do linger with us. Joseph, you said 
 that years ago you thought to become a preacher but that 
 in casting about you could not find the religion to suit 
 you ; and did you not during that casting about, hear the 
 preaching of many a strange doctrine?” 
 
 ‘“Yes, and some of them were too absurd to warrant 
 attention. But some of them were entertaining. Do you 
 know anything of what is termed the Christian faith?” 
 ~ “T know something of it though I have never studied 
 it,” the Father answered. ‘‘Some of our fathers, away 
 back, no one knows how long ago, came to us from the 
 ranks of that faith, and I can remember hearing my 
 grandfather discuss it. ‘The faith was originally held by 
 a mere handful of souls; they braved death, saw their 
 master murdered, and then their faith spread itself over 
 the world. ‘The book of that religion is forbidden among 
 us and we care naught for its teachings, but I remember 
 hearing my grandfather say that the Christ delivered a 
 beautiful sermon on a mountain, a discourse full of the 
 words of peace and love, and yet men slew him. Ah, 
 but at best the world is a murderer, and it will continue 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. |, ),,, 115. 
 
 to be a murderer until the real Saviour, with our blood in 
 his veins and God’s words in his mouth, shall step down 
 from these mountains.’’ | 
 
 ‘“Father, how old is our religion?” Bryce ventured to 
 ask. 
 
 ‘* As old, my son, as the will of God.” 
 
 “But let me ask you what of the souls of the millions 
 of men who have died. Where are they ?” 
 
 ‘“'They are in God’s keeping.” 
 
 ‘* But are they saved ?” 
 
 *“ Nothing that God has in His keeping is lost.” 
 
 ‘Millions of them are in hell,” Boyle spoke up. 
 ‘* Nothing that God keeps is lost, but that which He does 
 not keep is lost indeed. The souls of good men are asleep, 
 awaiting the coming of our Saviour ; the souls of bad men 
 are in torment, where they shall remain forever.” 
 
 ‘*In some respects,” said Bryce, ‘‘ we do not materially 
 differ from the Christians. Father, you said that as speech 
 was given directly to man, it is man’s duty to cultivate 
 it. But is not all knowledge a gift from God, and is it 
 not therefore right to cultivate it? Should we not go into 
 the sciences instead of stopping at rhetoric ?’ 
 
 ‘*Joseph, God spoke in words, and not in numbers. 
 Therefore, words were given directly to us, and therefore 
 are we to cultivate them.” 
 
 ‘* But let me ask you what language did God speak ?” 
 
116. THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘“T know not, nor does that make any difference, for 
 no matter what language it might have been it was com- 
 posed of words.”’ 
 
 ‘“It does not behoove you to be skeptical,”’ eae, Boyle. 
 ‘“You beyond all others should have most faith.” — 
 
 ‘ Partlon me,” Bryce replied, bowing. ‘‘I have asked 
 questions, but I have felt no skepticism. I told you that 
 I had much to learn; and it would not look well in me 
 now to take the leadership.” 
 
 ‘* Joseph is right,” said the Father. - 
 
 ‘‘And am I always wrong ?’’ Boyle asked. 
 
 ‘“To say that Joseph is once right does not mean that 
 you are always wrong,” the Father replied. ‘‘ Benja- 
 min, how progresses your school? You are teaching this 
 week, I believe. : 
 
 ‘Yes, sir; and I think the school is doing well, not 
 because I am teaching it, but because others have taught 
 it. The scholars are anxious to have Joseph teach them.” 
 
 ‘“ Ah, Joseph, and you must,’ said the Father, ‘*T 
 think it well that you begin the morning after the Sab- 
 bath.” 
 
 Here was a pleasant task, mapped out for him, and he 
 replied with a smile, but the smile was not prompted 
 from within. Years ago, when his father had been over- 
 taken by business difficulties, Bryce had taught a school 
 to enable him to complete his own education, and he des- 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. Ip pYlZ 
 
 pised it — the droning of the children, the close air. And 
 now he knew that if Councilman Boyle should discover 
 his antipathy to the work he would be given an extra 
 share of it. ‘‘’To teach the young; to see a thought 
 sprouting, and to train it, is a delightful occupation,” he 
 _ said. 
 
 Boyle looked sharply at him, and Bryce felt within his - 
 soul'that the old man knew that he wasa liar. ‘‘Iam 
 glad to know this,” the Councilman said. ‘‘ The teach- 
 ing of a school is an art and we hope that you may make 
 yourself acquainted with it. The teacher may not be the 
 father of a thought held by the young but he is the 
 guardian of it, and therefore his position is one of grave 
 responsibility. te 
 
 The Councilman pronounced these words as though he 
 were a.Moses, handing down a moral law, and he looked 
 at Bryce as if he would estimate the strength of the hold 
 his utterances had taken; he wanted this man to feel that 
 his duties were graver than merely to talk idly with his 
 wives, to tell them of his love, to smile at them, to pet 
 them; he wanted him to understand that to discharge his 
 duty he must permit the severity of his religion to sour 
 every pleasure, and in this he was not so far away from 
 the world as were those innocent girls and that huge old 
 Father who sat there with the light of kindness in his 
 eyes. Without rudeness Bryce withdrew from the Coun- 
 
118 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 cilman’s attention, and addressed himself to the Father 
 and the Wives, and with those graceful qualities of bear- 
 ing, of talk which enable a rascal to win admiration, he 
 strove to entertain them. Nothing is shrewder than the 
 art of dishonesty; nothing sings to innocence so sweet a 
 song as the wanton when he seeks to be engaging. 
 
 There was no break in the clouds; mist-shapes continued 
 to float in the air, and to this man who longed to be out, 
 though his spirits seemed to be dancing, time was slowly 
 dripped and drizzled away. ‘The dinner horn was blown. 
 
 ‘“Joseph,’’ said Councilman Boyle, ‘‘you and Mary 
 will take dinner with me to-day.”’ How close a watch 
 he kept even over the affairs of this household. Bryce 
 and Mary went with him. He walked a short distance in 
 front of them, with his eyes turned upward as if he were 
 muttering a prayer in thankfulness for so dismal a day. 
 Bryce caught Mary’s glance and they smiled at each 
 other. And this was the daughter of a girl who had run 
 away and married a man of the world. Surely she pos- 
 sessed no spirit so adventurous as the spirit that had 
 prompted her mother. Of all the Wives she was the 
 shyest. Whenever he looked at her, she blushed; she 
 blushed when he told her to sit beside him at the Coun- 
 cilman’s table, and once when in leaning over he touched 
 her, he fancied that she fluttered like a bird. ‘The Coun- 
 
 cilman talked and Bryce nodded in approval of what he 
 

 
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 said but heard him not. The Councilman’s wife fanned 
 herself with a turkey wing and spoke in praise of Alma, 
 her daughter, and Bryce heard this, and he said: ‘‘She 
 is a charming girl, one of the brightest that I have ever 
 known, and her training reflects credit upon her 
 parents.”’ 
 
 This sent the Councilman off into a discussion of ethical 
 child-culture and Bryce regretted that he had even agreed 
 with the mother. Love was right, was natural, but it 
 was not right to indulge a child. Children should not be 
 permitted to have their own way, even when their way is 
 harmless, for in too much freedom lie the seeds of rebell- 
 ion. Hisdaughter had not dared to disobey him. Bryce 
 thought of the burning of The Age of Reason, pictured 
 the scene in front of the temple, the gazing of the curious 
 villagers, the stern aspect of the executioner; he thought 
 of Alma, of her half-formed skepticism, of a keen intel- 
 ligence which filial obedience kept covered from the view 
 of her father. | 
 
 Soon after dinner the visitors arose to go. Rain was 
 falling fast. Bryce wrapped Mary in a shawl, and he 
 fancied that she fluttered again when he touched her 
 hair to arrange it on the outside of the covering. At 
 home they found no visitors. Some of the girls were sit- 
 ting about the center of the circular room ; some of them 
 were asleep. 
 
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 ‘‘Must I sit here by you?’’ Mary asked, pointing to the 
 hickory settee. 
 
 ‘Yes, if you please.”’ 
 
 Judith came out of her room, singing. ‘‘I thought 
 I heard your voice,” she said, speaking to Bryce. 
 
 ‘Your hearing must be wonderful, for I scarcely heard 
 myself,” he replied. 
 
 ‘‘Oh, it was because you didn’t care to hear yourself,” 
 she rejoined, smiling at him. She drew up a stool and 
 sat down near Bryce. . ‘‘May I sit here, Mary?” she 
 asked, and there was mischief in her eyes, a mischief not 
 wholly innocent. There was a sweetness about her 
 mouth, a half fierce sweetness, and there was a charm in 
 her voice, but there was nothing spiritual in her quick 
 eyes. ‘There was a sort of purr in her manner; she was 
 a picturesque animal. 
 
 ‘“May I sit here?” Judith repeated, pretending not to 
 have seen Mary’s nodded ‘‘ yes.” ‘‘I mean just a little 
 while.” 
 
 ‘“Of course you may, since you have as much right 
 there as I have here.” 
 
 ‘“Oh, thank you; but you know that I haven’t the 
 right —that is, not to-day. How it rains; and, Joseph, 
 you and Mary have had no chance to walk about at all,” 
 she rattled on. ‘‘ But how charming a rainy day would 
 be if it only kept near us those whom we want.” 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 121 
 
 *“Yes,”’ Bryce spoke up, ‘““a rainy day makes a com- 
 panion dearer to us, just as a dark night makes our fire 
 the brighter.” 
 
 ‘* Good, Joseph ; but does it tune our ears for the words 
 of wisdom? Have you enjoyed Councilman Boyle to-day 
 more than usual?” ‘This was said with so fine, so wom- 
 anly an adroitness that in her manner Bryce could scarcely 
 find a trace of mockery. ‘‘’The Councilman is always 
 entertaining,’’ he answered, and he strove to appear seri- 
 
 - ous, but she saw the hypocrisy underlying his words and 
 
 laughed at it. . ‘‘ Rachel,” she called, ‘‘come over here 
 and get better acquainted with your husband.” 
 
 ‘‘T can see and listen from here,’”’ Rachel replied. 
 
 ‘And shout what you have to say,” Judith rejoined, 
 laughing ; and Bryce, looking at her, caught a sudden 
 change in her manner — her face had been soft and pleas- 
 ing, but now it was hard and dark. Bryce looked around 
 and saw Alma approaching. Judith got up. 
 
 “Don’t let me rob you of your seat,’ Alma said, 
 halting. 
 
 ‘Oh, no robbery at all, I assure you. I was going 
 any way.” 
 
 ‘“ Not because I came, I hope?” 
 
 ‘*Do you really hope so? It is kind of you.”’ 
 
 “Oh,” said Alma bowing, ‘‘perhaps it was but a 
 thoughtless hope.’’ 
 
ao THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘*An unconscious virtue, no doubt,’’ Judith replied 
 with a cold smile; and turning from Alma she thus spoke 
 to Rachel: ‘‘ Would you become better acquainted with 
 Joseph? ‘Then you must steal privileges that already 
 belong to you.”’ 
 
 ‘*Come over and sit with us, Rachel,’’ Alma called. 
 ‘““You give us the opportunity to add modesty to our 
 group.” 
 
 Mary was nervously twisting a string that she had 
 
 pulled out of the covering of the settee, and without look- ~ 
 
 ing up she remarked: ‘‘ Why should there be such talk 
 as this? One might not expect real sisters to live together 
 in perfect harmony, but we should expect the Wives of 
 the Prophet to be respectful toward one another. Rachel 
 knows that she has a perfect right to sit here :. we all know 
 that our rights are equal ; then why should there be such 
 talk as we have just heard? Joseph, it is your duty to 
 put a stop to it.” 
 
 No one had expected this from Mary, and every one 
 looked in surprise at her. Bryce felt that he was called 
 upon to say something, but what should he say? To 
 take sides would be to stir up strife ; to say nothing were 
 a silent judgment rendered against Mary. Judith stood 
 a short distance away looking at him ; Alma’s eyes were 
 turned toward him. ‘‘ Children,” hesaid, laughing, ‘‘ let 
 
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 me tell you a story. 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 123 
 
 **Oh, do,” they cried. And he told them a story, some- 
 thing that he had read ; and they laughed at it, so humor- 
 ous a life did it unfold to them, and when the recital came 
 to an end they shouted for more. Now, in good humor, 
 they were sitting about him, expectant, eager as children. 
 He told them of a play he had seen, and as best he could 
 he described the dazzling gowns worn by that wonderful 
 creature, the leading lady ; and they clapped their hands 
 and pleaded for another one just like it. Then he told 
 them a distressing love story, and they put their arms 
 about one another and sobbed aloud in sympathy for the 
 
 eautiful girl whom a heartless father had locked up, but 
 they tittered in tearful gladness when the hero broke into 
 the strong room, seized her in his arms and triumphantly 
 bore her away. ‘They were like the patrons of an early 
 English play ; there were no absurdities, nothing was trite; 
 there was no questioning, no criticism, but in the sweep 
 of a new imagination all things were true and vivid. 
 
 At supper they hastened through with the meal, hoping 
 that no one, not even the Father, might visit them that 
 evening ; and when they had returned to the Prophet’s 
 house, they gathered about the story teller and begged 
 
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 him totellon. ‘‘ Now everybody hush,’’ one or the other 
 of them would say. ‘‘Hush, now, everybody ; 
 he’s going to begin.” He went into the Arabian Nights, 
 
 frightened them with Blue Beard and was charming them 
 
124. THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 with Cinderella when a knock come at the outer door. 
 ‘‘Joseph,’’ called the voice of Councilman Boyle, ‘‘it is 
 time that you all were in bed.” . 
 

 
 CHAP LHR OT: 
 
 The next morning was as fresh as though the world in 
 its perfection of green and purple had at the word of the 
 Creator first sprung into light. Under the down-pour of 
 the sun, sheets of water that lay on the level about the 
 village, threw a dazzle on the air. 
 
 At an early hour Bryce heard the cry: ‘‘ Prepare ye, for 
 the day of worship is come,’’ and he wondered if the 
 entire day were to be given over to the wearisome mum- 
 meries of old man Boyle’s religion. Bryce was as well 
 acquainted with the creed as he cared to be; he had grown 
 tired of it; turn it whichever way he might it presented 
 nothing new—the novelty was dead. 
 
 There was no cheerful talk at breakfast. Councilman 
 Boyle was with the Wives and the Prophet, to remind 
 them that it was no time for idle words; he sighed and he 
 groaned. 
 
 To the temple Bryce walked with Rachel, the other 
 Wives following close, solemn, with heads bowed. There 
 was not a sound in the village. Every foot-step was 
 noiseless, the laughter of the children was hushed. There 
 were no seats in the temple. Slowly the people filed in 
 
 125 
 
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 and took their places. It was the first time that Bryce 
 had seen so many of the people in a body, and he looked 
 with interest upon them. They did not stare at him; 
 there was no whispering when he entered the place of 
 
 worship. The 
 Father and the 
 
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 stood about the 
 altar, and upon 
 seeing Bryce, 
 they stretched 
 forth their hands 
 toward him, and 
 as he approached 
 they made way 
 for him to stand 
 in the midst of 
 them. 
 
 
 
 ts AS 1 OW 
 your duty to preach to the chosen of the Lord,’’ the 
 Father said, and Bryce bowed in obedience. In front of © 
 the altar was a low platform, and the Father motioned 
 him to stand upon it. Bryce obeyed, and slowly he 
 began to address them. He was accustomed to public 
 speaking; he had won a prize for oratory. He began 
 with the beauty of the morning: it was the smile of God. 
 
 rere 
 
SHE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 127 
 
 He spoke of the light in the eyes about him; it was the 
 love of God. He recalled his rhetoric; he remembered 
 the words of a prize essay and applied them with great 
 effect. He took up the creed and made it appear a glori- 
 ous instrument handed down from heaven. ‘The people 
 were entranced. He drew a picture of the day when the 
 Saviour of mankind should stand on the top of the east 
 mountain—back of Him the'rising sun, in front of Him 
 the astonished world, about Him the people who had 
 waited so long for His coming. A loud shout arose, and 
 ere he knew it, the Father held him in his arms. Coun- 
 cilman Boyle stood there with tears streaming down 
 his face. ‘‘God bless you, Joseph,’’ the Father cried, 
 “‘yvou have thrilled my old heart with blazing words.’’ 
 The Father released Bryce and then Councilman Boyle put 
 his arms about him. ‘‘I was going to preach to-day,’’ 
 said he, ‘but, Joseph, I will not attempt to follow you. 
 You may be idle when you sit about your house or walk 
 about the village, but when you stand here you are 
 inspired.”’ 
 
 Slowly they filed out. How full of affection were the 
 eyes that looked upon the orator; old men and old women 
 came forward to grasp his hand. And what effect had 
 this upon him? What was he thinking about? He was 
 wondering if they were going to have dinner at the regu- 
 lar time or wait through pinching hours and at evening 
 
128 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 bolt a snack. ‘The Father, the four Councilmen and sev- 
 eral women went home with him. Rachel sat beside him. 
 ‘‘T wish they would go away,’ she whispered. ‘‘ We 
 want you to tell us a story. ButIknowthey won’t. But 
 we have had enough religion for to-day. I could listen 
 to you, though, ever solong. How different from what 
 we have ever heard before.” 
 
 ‘““T didn’t eat very much breakfast,’’ Bryce replied, 
 speaking low, “‘ and the information that we are soon to 
 eat something would thrill me mightily. Are you 
 hungry, Rachel ?” 
 
 ‘‘ Famished,” she whispered. 
 
 They heard Councilman Boyle clear his throat. ‘‘My 
 brothers and sisters,’ said he, ‘‘ I had intended to speak a 
 few words to-day, but under the great light held aloft by 
 Joseph, I felt that my feeble candle could but cast a 
 shadow. , But I am willing now to give you the words 
 which I thought that I had been inspired to utter.”’ 
 
 Bryce groaned inwardly, and the girls looked troubled, 
 but no one spoke. ‘‘I will deliver my few words,” the 
 Councilman went on, ‘‘ and then we will eat something, 
 for it is well that the body should be sustained. 
 
 This was encouraging, especially if his words were to 
 be but few. He began a discourse on the creed, and the 
 Father sat with his head bowed. His religion was so old 
 that he knew not the name of the man who had first 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 129 
 
 received it, but the time was near the creation of the 
 world, and the world must have been created a thousand 
 years ago. Here and there he introduced a suggestion 
 of biblical history. There had been a strong man, and 
 with a club he had put ten thousand of his enemies to 
 death ; there had been a flood, and all of the inhabitants 
 of the earth, save forty, had.perished. He uttered one 
 sentence that struck Bryce, and it was this: ‘‘In con- 
 clusion I will simply add one more word.” But why had 
 he gone out of his way to speak of adding one more word 
 when indeed he was adding fifty? A woman came in and 
 stood at the back of the Father’s chair. ‘The horn was 
 not blown on the Sabbath, and she had come to tell them 
 that dinner was ready. At last the discourse was ended. 
 “Joseph,” said the Councilman, ‘‘ it is not expected that 
 I should wave a torch as you do, but my light, though 
 small, is a safe one to follow. Father, let us eat with 
 Joseph.” 
 
 At the table the Father took the lead. Bryce fancied 
 that having heard so much from Councilman Boyle he 
 was determined to talk in self-protection. ‘‘ Joseph,’ 
 said the Father, ‘‘it has begun to seem that you have 
 always lived among us, but in truth you have not been 
 with us quite a week. We have all been happier since 
 you came, expecting something from you, and that 
 sernion to-day proved that we did not look to you in vain. 
 
130 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 But, mark me, we do not expect this of you every Sab- 
 bath. Inspiration is not of constant flame; the fire dies 
 down, and the coals are covered with ashes, and it blazes 
 not until more fuel is brought. Blow not the coals ; wait 
 until the fuel doth come.’’ 
 
 ‘“You told me that I was expected to speak,’’ Bryce 
 replied, ‘‘and yet when you led me to the platform I 
 knew not what I was going to say. Indeed, after I 
 began, I knew not what I was saying, and it was not 
 until you had seized me in your arms did I know that my 
 words had been well spoken. When I entered the 
 temple my brow was hot, and I felt a strange heaviness, 
 and my relief came with the pouring out of that current 
 of words.” 
 
 ‘‘ Joseph,” said the Father, reaching over and placing 
 his hand on Bryce’s shoulder, ‘‘I compared your dis- - 
 course to fire, you compare it to water, and the compari- 
 sons are well drawn since your words warmed my heart 
 as with a fire and cooled your brow as with water. ‘There 
 have been many powerful discourses delivered in that 
 Temple. I will tell you of one. It was when I was a 
 young man, devout in the cause, it is true, but without 
 the thought of ever becoming the Father. One Sabbath 
 it was known that Councilman Brad, one of the oldest 
 men among the chosen of the Lord, was to preach: It 
 was a summer’s day and was cloudless after a season of 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. Besa 
 
 rain. ‘The old manstood upon the spot where you stood 
 to-day, and his words, too, came like a swift current. 
 Ah, it seemed that a mountain dam had broken; the 
 flood came with a roar. I stood near him, and in my 
 strong imagination, I could see trees borne upon the tide. 
 The flood ceased, the tide had run down. ‘The old man 
 held up his hands. ‘The Father who stood near caught 
 him in his arms and eased him down. He was dead. 
 That man was my father.” 
 
 A long silence followed. ‘‘ Father,” said Bryce, when 
 he felt that he could speak without apparent rudeness, 
 ‘there is something that I desire to ask you. Did the 
 soldiers of either army bring trouble upon you during 
 the war?” 
 
 ‘““We were not wholly free from annoyance, Joseph. 
 The country here about was divided. Some looked 
 toward the North and others toward the South. A draft 
 was issued by the South and soldiers came to force our 
 men into the army. We told them that we cared not for 
 the petty disputes that brought about a war on this earth ; 
 told them to put down their guns and wait for the Saviour 
 of mankind. ‘They laughed at us; they called us crazy, 
 but they said that crazy mencould shoot. And they took 
 a number of our young men away with them. But we 
 knew that they would soon return if they should get an 
 opportunity. And they did come back, nearly every one 
 
132 @ THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 of them, within two weeks. Soon after this the Northern 
 soldiers came, and learning that we had taken no part in 
 bringing about the war, that some of us had been drafted 
 but had deserted, they decided that we must be in favor 
 of the Union and they therefore extended us an urgent 
 invitation to join them. But we told them as we had 
 told the others, that we cared nothing for the world and 
 her troubles, whereupon they called us lunatics and then 
 helped themselves to our fodder and corn. I was not the 
 Father at that time, but I went to see General Rosecrantz. 
 He received me kindly. I told him that his men had 
 robbed us of our corn and fodder; and at this he smiled. 
 He said that his army needed corn and fodder. I asked 
 him if it were expected that the chosen people of God 
 should furnish him with whatever he needed. Hesmiled 
 and said that he was inclined to believe that the chosen 
 people of God were in his army. But I pleaded with him 
 until he promised me that he would issue an order for our 
 protection, and he must have done so for we were troubled 
 no more. ’’ 
 The afternoon was far advanced when they arose from 
 the table. Bryce contemplated with a shudder the likeli- 
 hood of returning to his house, and therein to sit and 
 listen to Councilman Boyle, and he asked the Father if 
 his walking abroad would be in ill keeping with the 
 solemnity of the day, whereupon the old man answered 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 33 
 
 that to walk was as worshipful as to sit, that it was the 
 heart and not the attitude that praised the Lord. This 
 decision cast a look of disappointment upon the face of 
 Councilman Boyle; he had thought to make the rest of 
 the day gloomy with another discourse. And the girls 
 too were disappointed, for they had hoped to hear another 
 story. Bryce requested Rachel to go with him to the 
 west mountain to see the sun set. ‘‘ We shall not be gone 
 long,” he took occasion to whisper to Alma, ‘‘and when 
 we return I will tell you a story.” She smiled upon him 
 and replied: ‘‘I hope that the sun will not lag, but fall 
 down as soon as you get to the top of the mountain.” 
 The distance was not great and the way was not rough. 
 Bryce wondered what characteristic was to be discovered 
 in Rachel; whether she had the jealousy of Judith, the 
 shyness of Mary, the frankness of Silvia, or the cutting 
 intelligence of Alma. ‘I don’t think that your brother 
 Benjamin likes me very much,’’ he said as they walked 
 along. He expected to see her show surprise, and to hear 
 
 , her protest against so unreasonable a supposition ; but she 
 
 did neither; she simply remarked: ‘‘ Benjamin does not 
 always speak his mind, but he cannot always hide it.’’ 
 ‘*Oh! then you know that he does not like me ?”’ 
 ‘Benjamin believes in our faith; he is a student, and 
 may one day be the Father of the chosen, but he isa 
 human being. We are all human beings.”’ 
 
134 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘Ah! And by which you mean that in obeying a com- 
 mand I have robbed him.”’ 
 
 She looked at him. ‘‘’Then, if he does not like you, 
 the reason is not covered up. Did some one tell you that 
 he was to marry Alma ?”’ 
 
 ‘‘T know not whether some one told me, or whether I 
 divined it.’’ 
 
 ‘“It was easy enough to tell, and easy enough to 
 divine,’’ she replied. ‘‘ But let us change the subject. 
 Joseph, you tell love stories so well that when you were 
 in the world you must have been in love.”’ 
 
 ‘* No, I was never in love until I came to Bolga.”’ 
 ~ “But you tell of beautiful women, dressed in silk and 
 flashing with diamonds. And is it not natural that we 
 should love the-beautiful ?”’ 
 
 ‘“Yes, if the beautiful be good, but the beautiful is not - 
 
 always good.”’ 
 
 ‘“But, Joseph, no one in the world is good, and you 
 deing then in the world should have loved the beautiful 
 of the world with no thought of the good.’’ : 
 
 ‘“Where did you get your philosophy, Rachel? You 
 girls are constantly springing something upon me 
 to make me think. You all possess a shrewdness 
 that I can’t understand. I must go to your school 
 and study the source of your argument. The Father 
 has told me that in our academy the use of words isa 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 135 
 
 feature, but the mere conning of words does not bring 
 thought.’ . 
 
 ‘‘And still, without words we could not think,’’ she 
 replied. 
 
 ‘‘Yes, that is true, and with words alone we cannot 
 toi.” 
 
 ‘But you must know, Joseph, that our education does 
 not consist wholly of words. We read books.’’ 
 
 ** But what sort of books? Harmless books, books that 
 tell you but little of the world, of the thoughts that 
 engage men.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Oh, then, books to be productive of thought must be 
 harmful, must they?”’ 
 
 ‘‘I don’t mean that. I mean, though, that they must 
 contain much that is objectionable to our religion. I can 
 say this, however: Your school in a surprising degree 
 teaches the art of expression. Hither of you girls would be 
 a sort of an astonishment in a drawing room of the world.” 
 
 ‘“You pay us acompliment. Come over this way. 
 There is a rocky place over there that is hard to climb. 
 Look back. Is not that a peaceful view?’’ 
 
 ‘“VYes,’’ he answered, ‘‘it lies under a holy benediction. 
 But let us hasten to the top. The sun will be gone 
 before we get there.’’ 
 
 ‘‘ But here is the top,’’ she said. ‘‘ Don’t you see the 
 slant begins there on the other side. You didn’t expect 
 
136 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 to find a peak so sharp, did you? Now let us sit here on 
 
 this rock. Look at the sun almost under your feet. Now 
 
 look over at the village. Itis almost dark there while on 
 
 the other side of us we have the light of the universe. 
 
 Could there be anything more beautiful?”’ 
 
 ‘It is far beyond beauty,’’ he answered; ‘‘it is glory. 
 Never before have I seen the light and the darkness of 
 the world brought into so sharp a contrast. God, I wish 
 I were this mountain, forever to remain here, gazing at 
 the sun rise and at the sun set, wrapping the night about 
 me and throwing off the cloak at dawn.”’ 
 
 Far away to the right and to the left there were higher 
 mountains, but in front of them was one continuous slope 
 into the fire-flood of the sun. Far down below a buzzard 
 sailed across their view; one moment a bird of gold, the 
 next a vulture, black. What was that change? A pur- 
 ple shadow, creeping up the mountain side. And with 
 this came the scream of a hawk and past them whirred a 
 quail. ‘The shadow sobered to a pinkish blue, and now 
 the pink was gone—the blue was deepening into black. 
 
 ‘“It is time we were going,’’ she said. ‘‘ We were not 
 to stay long, you remember,”’ 
 
 ‘‘T know,’’ he replied, ‘‘but I could sit here always 
 with you.”’ ; 
 
 ‘“ Why with me?”’ 
 
 ‘** Because I love you.’’ 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. Tet. 
 
 Was she laughing at him? He thought so, and he 
 asked: ‘‘Is it strange that I should love you ?’’ 
 
 “It is not strange that you should respect me but 
 
 -you do not know me well enough to love me, that is, 
 beyond that degree of affection which you are commanded 
 to bestow.” 
 
 ‘‘ And do you love me, Rachel, out of an obedience to 
 command’? ’”’ 
 
 “Yes, Iam a Wife of the Prophet.’’ 
 
 ‘“And does your love stop abruptly there?’”’ 
 
 ‘‘It goes no further but stops not abruptly. I shall 
 fight against giving you a purely human love. ‘To love 
 you thus might make me miserable.’’ 
 
 ‘But should it meet with a love just ashuman and just 
 as deep. What then ?’’ 
 
 ‘“Joseph, I dare not think about it. You are possessed 
 of the qualities that I should select for my natural hus- 
 band. You worship nature and so do I. Your face was 
 heavenly in the dying light; I thought that I saw the 
 yearning of a great and noble soul, and that moment I 
 wished that you might love me, forgetting all others, but 
 
 the next moment I killed that selfish thought. You must 
 
 not tell me that you love me better than you do the others. 
 
 - It will make me doubt your sincerity and then I could not 
 
 even respect you. No, Joseph, you must think of me as 
 you do the rest. Come, we must go now.” 
 
138 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 She had surprised him ; her character was a revelation. 
 Was she the deepest thinker of them all? Had she 
 begged him without argument to love her, he would have 
 told her that he worshipped her and would have thought 
 but little of it, but now she had incited him to win her. 
 As they were going down the slope he put his arm about 
 her, and she gently removed it. He asked her if he had 
 not the right to caress her, and she laughingly answered : 
 ‘Not when your caresses might cause me to stumble and 
 fale 
 
 They passed under the lantern that hung over the vil- 
 lage well; they stood in the shadow that lay about the 
 door of the Prophet’s house. 
 
 ‘* Rachel, one kiss.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Tnside, in the light,’’ she replied, laughing. 
 
 ‘‘No, here angel, where no one can see.” 
 
 ‘‘ Would you have me think less of myself?” 
 
 ‘‘No, but more of me. Quick, some one is coming to 
 open the door.” | 
 
 She thrust her hand into his. He drew her to him, 
 held her in his arms, kissed her. Her bonnett fell off. 
 He stooped to get it, a light fell upon the ground, and 
 when he looked up she had fled from him. 
 

 
 CHAPTER XII: 
 
 Nearly four months had passed; the weather was 
 growing cooler ; the men were gathering the flax. Dur- 
 ing the days when the heat was fierce Bryce had pre- 
 ferred to teach the school, and so marked an aptitude had 
 he shown that the Father and the Council decided to let 
 him continue with this work. But now that the days 
 were cooler he longed to be out. He watched the men 
 who had been detailed to gather the corn, and he thought 
 that he would like to ride on the wagon. Often he dozed 
 in his chair, and sometimes he was so nervous that he 
 could scarcely sit still. He had expended his rhetorical 
 force, and preaching was a dead drag to him. He was 
 tired of hearing Boyle talk, tired of having anyone eat at 
 the table with him, tired of everything. The creek no 
 longer was musical ; the scenery was old, the west mount- 
 ain was-an unsightly hill. His wives were peevish, 
 sometimes tearful, sometimes angry. Their jealousies 
 were keen of edge; they hated one another. He had 
 amused himself with striving to win Rachel’s love; he 
 had told her a thousand lies and had won her love, and 
 now his strife lay in his efforts to keep down an outbreak. 
 
 139 
 
140 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 She had told him that she would pull Judith’s hair and 
 scratch Alma’s face; she had sworn to scald Silvia, to 
 break modest Mary’s head with a broom handle. She 
 had spitefully said to him: ‘‘ You wanted a human love; — 
 now what are you going to do with it?’ But she was no 
 worse than Alma and Judith. Once he heard Alma say : 
 ‘‘ Who, Judith! Oh, we don’t speak now.’’ Sometimes, 
 though, they would all make up and have a love feast. 
 Rachel and Judith would walk arm in arm, but how they 
 did hate each other. ‘Throughout the village it was 
 thought that life in the Prophet’s house was as perfect as 
 divine guidance could make it. The girls were too proud 
 to carry their resentments to the dining-table, and too 
 religious to take them to the temple. ‘There were times 
 when Bryce had so strongly felt that he must be alone 
 that he had dismissed the school, and sneaked off into 
 the woods. Once he remained there in the rain, although 
 the day was cool, feeling that a chill was preferable to the 
 drowsiness of the school-room or the bickerings of the 
 Prophet’s house. He saw a hog sleeping alone in the 
 wet leaves and envied him. oe 
 The sight of those musty old books sickened him. He 
 longed for a novel of to-day and, above all, for a newspaper. 
 The vilest or the dullest sheet ever printed would have 
 been a delight to him. He was sitting in the school-room 
 thinking of all this when he heard some one say that a 
 

 
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 party of men were fishing at the Witch Hole. Hewasnot 
 now afraid of discovery ; a dark beard almost covered his 
 face, and his hair was long. It was likely that the fish- 
 
 ermen were from the city, and oar 
 that they had brought news- ea ds 
 papers with them. He dared eS oie 
 not bring a newspaper to the ce Pte 
 
 village, but he could hide in 
 
 
 
 the woods and stuff himself with the news of the world. 
 And how dear had the wretched old world become to him. 
 He dismissed the schqol. He would now sneak away. 
 
142 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 He set out for the nearest point of the woods. He passed 
 near the well. Someone spoke to him. MHe looked 
 around and Alma stood under the tree where he had sat 
 watching the illicit distillers. ‘‘ Whither are you going, 
 Joseph ?”’ 
 
 ‘‘T am simply walking.’’ 
 
 “‘TLet me walk with you.” 
 
 ‘* But that will make Judith angry. You know that I 
 belong to her to-day.’’ He was beginning to hate that 
 belonging to any one, that daily transfer as though he 
 were a chattel. 
 
 ‘Oh, you are always thinking about her.’’ 
 
 ‘“No, but I am always thinking of keeping down a 
 
 disturbance.’’ 
 
 ‘You don’t love me as you did, Joseph.” 
 
 ‘‘Nonsense! you know Ido. ‘The truth is Alma, I am 
 not well and I want to be alone.”’ 
 
 ‘* But if you love me why should you want to be alone? 
 I don’t want to be alone when I could be with you.”’ 
 
 ‘There, now, somebody might hear you. You know 
 that I love you better than I do any one, and if you love 
 me you will do as I beg of you. Go to the house and 
 don’t tell any one that I am not at the school.”’ 
 
 He walked on and she did not follow him. He chose 
 the rough way to the Witch Hole because it was the 
 nearer. He rested on the top of a high knob, looked back 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 143 
 
 at the village and muttered: ‘‘I wish that place could be 
 blotted out.’’ He got up to pursue his course but he was 
 still tired and he sat down again. The air was cool but 
 there was-no refreshment in it; the sun was genial but 
 languor was initsrays. ‘The tints of all seasons was 
 mixed in the woods, gorgeous tapestries were spread upon 
 the tree-tops, rich, flame-colored rugs were hung upon 
 the sumac bushes, but their beauty thrilled him not. A 
 mountain cow rang her bell, and quickly he looked 
 toward her; it was a reminder of a street car. Down the 
 slope he went; once he slipped and grabbed a bush and 
 cried out with pain—a thorn bush. At the base of the 
 knob was a spring, and on the moss and dying ferns he 
 stretched himself to drink, and there upon his breast he 
 lay, watching the minnows. Suddenly the memory of an 
 
 b] 
 
 old song—‘‘ Just Twenty Years Ago ’’—was flashed upon 
 his mind; he had caught sight of a gray hair in his beard. 
 
 He found no fishermen at the Witch Hole. He stood 
 upon the shore and looked at the dead leaves slowly float- 
 ing down, and he fancied that he saw a shudder, a cold 
 chill, running up and down the creek, He thought that 
 he heard voices, and stepping nearer to the water and 
 looking up the stream, he saw a party of men. They 
 were standing on a rock fishing where the current, meet- 
 ing the opposing back water from the river, whirled round 
 
 and round. On the hillside a short distance away, a fire 
 
144 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 was burning, and hovering over it was a man frying fish. 
 As Bryce approached the men he heard them making 
 remarks upon the comical peculiarity of his appearance ; 
 one of them said that he would like to catch so odd a 
 fish. Bryce spoke to them and asked them if they had 
 met with good luck. They had caught a few bass, enough 
 to eat, but not enough to pay them for their long journey. 
 They asked Bryce if he did not belong to that strange 
 village. He answered that he lived in a village not far 
 from there, but that it was not strange in the sight of the 
 Lord.  ‘ That-may be,’ one of them replied, -*“ butaitws 
 strange to us; and we have decided to break camp to- 
 day and go over there to takea look at the place.’’ Bryce 
 asked him if he had a newspaper, and he answered by 
 saying that the cook might have one. Bryce went up 
 the slope to the place where the fire was burning. ‘The ~ 
 cook said that he had a paper with some bacon wrapped 
 init. ‘‘ But you may have it,’’ he added ; and just as he’ 
 turned to go after it, Bryce caught a glimpse of an India 
 ink star on the back of hishand. He was the waiter who 
 had told him of the old sailor. _ And he was going through 
 the village and the people would see that star and wonder 
 at it, and ask about it. He would tell them that a man 
 had picked it there and then what would they think ? 
 Benjamin would ask to see the pictures on hisarms. ‘The 
 chosen people had stood in awe of those images drawn by 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 145 
 
 the lightning, and had never viewed them critically. 
 The girls had looked at them, wondered over them, but 
 Benjamin had glanced at them but once. Should he tell 
 those men that strangers were not permitted inside the vil- 
 lage? Just then he heard one of them say: ‘‘ Baxter 
 says that they treated him kindly but wouldn’t tell them 
 anything about themselves.’’ The cook came with the 
 greasy newspaper and gave it to Bryce. The star appeared 
 to have grown brighter. One of the men shouted and 
 threw a small bass up theslope. The cook caught it and 
 holding it on a flat stone near the fire began to scale it. 
 
 ‘Those fish are not frying fast Cenoush said Bryce, 
 pointing to the pan. 
 
 ‘They are dancing in the grease ; don’t see how they 
 could fry any faster.” 
 
 ““T will show you how,” Bryce replied. ““You don’t 
 want a blaze but a bed of coals. I will fix it for you.” 
 
 He took up the pan of bubbling grease, moved round 
 nearer to the cook, stumbled—overturned the grease on the 
 fellow’s hand. ‘The men below were startled by a loud 
 cry and a fury of oaths. Bryce stcod there, bowing, 
 wringing his hands, making apologies. He would not 
 have done it for the world. He would make every pos- 
 sible reparation, he would do the cooking. He knew that 
 for his awkwardness he deserved to be thrown into the 
 creek and he would not protest against it. It must have 
 
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146 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 hurt mightily. ‘‘Hurt,’’ the fellow cried, “the skin’s all 
 peeling off the back of my hand.”. ‘‘Go down and hold 
 it in the creek!’’ one of the men cried. He followed this 
 advice, and Bryce muttering more apologies, sauntered 
 away. He had forgotten his newspaper but it was safe, 
 
 cae 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 stuffed into his pocket. 
 A, He climbed to the top of 
 the knob whence he had 
 pease looked back at the vil- 
 AS aay lage, sat down with his 
 
 back against a rock and spread out the soiled sheet. The 
 paper had been printed in Nashville and was more than 
 a week old, but that made no difference ; it was fresh 
 in comparison with Bryce’s knowledge of the world. ‘The 
 
 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 147 
 
 first thing his glance fell upon was an undertaker’s adver- 
 tisement, the picture of a hearse. ‘The name of the adver- 
 tiser was familiar to him and he read it over and over again. 
 Then he looked at another advertisement ; he was holding 
 back the feast of news. Now came the news. A state 
 treasurer had gone wrong ; the governor was criticised for 
 a too free use of the pardoning power ; a rousing political 
 meeting in the fourth ward ; a religious fanatic had slain 
 his own child; man calling himself Christ was arrested 
 for preaching on the public square ; another preacher gone 
 wrong ; irate husband had threatened to kill a Congress- 
 man; married man had run away with a sixteen-year-old 
 girl; war cloud in Europe; a bright American woman 
 had refused an introduction to the Prince of Wales; dens 
 of vice exposed by a New York preacher ; New Jersey 
 preacher arrested for bigamy ; famous actor stricken with 
 paresis. And what wasthis? The Rev. J. Hartley had 
 been called by the largest congregation in Tennessee. 
 
 The sun was going down. Bryce dared not take the 
 newspaper home with him ; he thrust it under a rock and 
 hastened to the village. Judith met him. She told him 
 that several strange men had just passed through the vil- 
 lage, and that they had asked all sorts of questions. 
 
 ‘But why didn’t you let me know that you were going 
 for a walk ?’’ she asked. | 
 
 ‘“‘T didn’t think I was going very far.”’ 
 
148 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘* But what difference did that make?”’ 
 
 ‘“Oh, I don’t know that it made any particular differ- 
 ence. ‘The truth is I wanted to be alone. I am sick and 
 tired.”’ 
 
 ‘‘But you are not sick and tired of me, are you?” 
 
 ‘Of course not. Now I hope that you are not going 
 to take up that foolish notion that I don’t love you.”’ 
 
 ‘“But if you love me why should you want to slip off . 
 
 from me ?” : 
 
 ‘“’There you go; same thing over and over, day after 
 day. You girls are old enough to act like women.”’ 
 
 ‘“But don’t we act like women ?’’ | 
 
 ‘“Yes, that’s a fact. You do act like women, and I 
 wish you wouldn't.’’ 
 
 ‘Joseph, I declare I don’t understand you. One 
 moment you say that you want us to act like women, and 
 the next moment you acknowledge that we do act that 
 way and that you are sorry for it. But I want you to 
 speak to Rachel, that’s what I want you to do.” 
 
 ‘‘ What has she been doing ?’’ 
 
 ‘“Called me a good-for-nothing thing.” 
 
 ‘‘And what had you called her ?’’ 
 
 ‘‘Hadn’t opened my mouth ; I declare I hadn’t. Silvia 
 
 and I were sitting in the door and she came by and made ~ 
 
 a mouth at me, and the ugliest mouth she could possibly 
 make, too. And I simply told her that it improved her 
 
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 yr THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 149 
 
 appearance, and then she called me a good-for-nothing 
 thing. I said that I was going to tell you, and she cried 
 yah! yah! yah! right in my face.’’ 
 
 ‘‘And that was dreadful, wasn’t it?” 
 
 “Oh, well, Joseph, if you want to take sides against 
 me youcan. But I didn’t think it of you.” — 
 
 “For gracious sake, don't cry right here where the 
 Father or any of the Councilmen might see you.” 
 
 “Tm not crying and I want you to understand that I 
 am not, too. I just don’t want to be imposed on and if 
 I tell you about it you say Iamcrying. But it makes 
 me so mad that I can hardly see. If you don’t'love me 
 tell me so and I will quit your house. There are plenty 
 of other places I can go, goodness knows.”’ 
 
 Supper was waiting; the Father had just sat down. 
 ‘* Joseph,”’ said the old man, ‘“several strangers appeared 
 in the midst of us something like an hour ago, and I 
 looked about for you but found you not. But they 
 remained a short time only, for they were idle and asked 
 questions that beseemed them, and we told them to go 
 their way. One of them carried his hand in a sling and 
 I asked him why, whereupon he replied that it had been 
 burnt with hot grease. And then I told him that unless 
 he quitted his idle prowling the burning which he might 
 
 _ get in the future would be something hotter ten times over 
 
 than any grease he had felt. They were disposed to laugh 
 
150 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET, a 
 
 at us, -and I reminded them that oaken plants were 
 plentiful, whereupon they took the hint and straightway 
 left us.’’ 
 
 ‘‘T was over at the Witch Hole,’’ Bryce replied, ‘‘ and 
 saw the fellow when he burnt his hand. He made great 
 sport of my dress and was singing a bawdy song when 
 the grease in a blazing shower flew out of a pan and fell 
 upon him.”’ 
 
 ‘“Indeed!” the old man cried. ‘‘ A lesson in fire vis- 
 ited upon the graceless rascal. Councilman Boyle must 
 hear of this; it will do him good. Ah, and a strong text 
 it will make for you the next Sabbath. It will be the day 
 after to-morrow, and I wiil tell the brethren that you are 
 to speak upon a thrilling theme. It is well that you were 
 in the way at the time, for if it were a lesson to the ras- 
 cal, it were also an illustration to be drawn upon.” 
 
 ‘(TF shall do the best Ican, Father, or rather the best 
 that the Lord permits me to do, but of late the coals have 
 had ashes upon them and no fresh fuel has been brought. 
 You told me not to blow the coals.”’ 
 
 “'Tyue, Joseph, but let us pray for more fuel, and if our 
 prayers be uttered with faith, the fuel will come.”’ 
 
 ‘But, Father, should we not wait for inspiration in its 
 own good time?’’ 
 
 ‘‘Toseph, we are told to pray for grace, and inspiration 
 
 is a grace.” 
 

 
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 There was no way out of it. He was to prod his brain, 
 jolt his jaded memory to fake another sermon. He hated 
 the sight of the temple, despised his own voice arising in 
 the rant of pretended fervor. Supper was over, and he 
 said that he was going out to commune, to pray for 
 inspiration. Judith asked if she might go with him, and 
 the Father commanded her to go to the house and wait 
 for her husband’s return. Bryce strolled toward the creek. 
 He passed the rock whereon he and Judith had sat; he 
 hated the sight of it. He went to the hollow rock where 
 the water poured with notes ever changing but always 
 deep. ‘The roar remained but the music was gone. He 
 wondered if he were going insane. What was that crawl- 
 ing through his mind? ‘‘A famous actor stricken with 
 paresis.’’ A sudden resolution came to him, and he felt 
 stronger, his mind grew clearer—he would run away. 
 He sat down and thought deeply. He felt that Benjamin 
 was keeping a close watch over him. If he should attempt 
 to run away and fail, the chosen people would kill him. 
 -At one moment he might be the God-appointed husband 
 ‘of the Wives; at the next moment they could look upon 
 him as a traitor deserving of death. They would seek to 
 follow him, but how far? ‘They would know not which 
 direction to take ; they would not think of going to Nash- 
 ville, so far away. To go farther would be better, but he 
 had not money enough. With him he had not a penny, 
 
152 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 and at home he had but little. His law books were valu- 
 able, but at a forced sale they would not bring more than 
 half their worth. But a new sadness crept into his heart 
 — the thought of leaving Alma. Away from the others 
 he felt that he could be happy with her. About her there 
 was a brightness, a softness that was ever pleasing to 
 him. But suppose he should grow weary even of her? 
 He could send her home. What! was he really thinking 
 of taking her with him? It would not do to take her to 
 the city ; that would be a scandal. But he could leave 
 her somewhere until he could dispose of his books and 
 other small interests ; then he could take her to some vil- 
 lage, far away, and there live happily with her. He 
 knew that she would go with him ; she had told him that 
 to live alone with him would be an endless bliss. But he 
 
 must wait a few days until he could be alone with her. 
 
 He thought of Judith at the house, waiting for him. 
 
 1»? 
 
 ‘“ Tigress !’’ he muttered. Darkness had fallen, the stars 
 
 were out; it was time for him to return but still he sat 
 
 there. He loathed the memory of Judith’s arms, yet ~ 
 
 round and soft were they. He thought of the time when 
 his lust was strong, when his blood leaped high to the 
 touch of a kiss, and he sighed like an old man nearing 
 decay, for his blood was cool, his passion—cinders. 
 
 The village dogs were barking. Bryce passed the 
 Father’s house and heard him at his evening prayer, 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 153 
 
 heard the words: ‘‘ And O grant that Joseph may pour 
 out thy holy words and thrill each waiting heart.’’ He 
 stopped at the well to get a drink, but he turned loose 
 the windlass as soon as he had touched it; he was afraid 
 that its creak might call Judith to the door. Silently he 
 entered the house, stealthily he made his way to the room 
 in which he had sat the first night, waiting for the Father 
 to return. Here he stretched himself upon the floor. The 
 air was cool and he had no covering, but he had solitude, 
 and that was a blessing. He had primed himself with a 
 lie—he would tell Judith that he had fainted. A light 
 burned in her room; the other rooms were dark. He lay 
 there drawing a plan of escape. Heremembered that the 
 Father had told the revenue officer to take a horse, ride 
 him and turn him loose, that he would come back. ‘Two 
 horses could return as well asone. Alma could ride a 
 horse; he had heard her say that she could. They would 
 ride to a point far down the river and then take some sort 
 of a boat. He heard a door open. He peeped out and 
 saw Judith going toward the front door. She stood there, 
 looking out. Bryce felt the cold air that rushed past her, 
 that fluttered her night dress. ‘‘Joseph!’’ she called, and 
 Bryce sprang to his feet. ‘‘ Here, Judith. For gracious 
 sake don’t cry out that way; you'll alarm the whole 
 village.’’ 
 
 She wheeled about and rapidly came toward him. 
 
154 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 Bryce advanced to meet her. They halted under the 
 hanging lamp. She was pale and her lips were so tightly 
 drawn that they looked thin. ‘‘ What were you doing in 
 there, Joseph? ”’ 
 
 ‘‘T hardly know. I went into that room to get some- 
 thing and must have fainted.”’ 
 
 Her eyes snapped. ‘‘Did you ever faint when Alma was 
 waiting for you?’ She laughed; it was almost a shriek. 
 
 ‘You are coming to me with more of your petulant 
 nonsense,’’ he replied. 
 
 ‘“Am I?’ she cried. She was crumpling a piece of 
 paper in her hand. ‘‘Ljisten to this!” she commanded, 
 smoothing out the paper. 
 
 ‘‘ What is it?’’ he asked, moving toward her as if he 
 would snatch the paper. ‘‘ No you don’t, Joseph.’’ She 
 drew back; she was spitting at himlikeacat. ‘ Listen, 
 I will read it to you.’’ And then in contempt and bitter- 
 ness she read these lines: 
 
 TO ALMA. 
 Thy kiss is sweeter than the honeyed wax 
 That clings to thighs of clover-robbing bees; 
 Thy breath is purer than the gentle air 
 That stirs the poplar bloom at eventide. 
 Thy voice, oh Alma, daughter of the sun, 
 Is like unto a god’s creative call, 
 
 Commanding in my soul new loves to rise 
 Until my soul is full of souls of love. 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 155 
 
 Unconscious witch’ry prompts thy feet to move; 
 And to thy step a thousand graces cling— 
 Thy laughter bursts the perfumed buds of spring. 
 
 One morn I slumbered softly toward the dawn, 
 And dreamed that from the diamon’d dome above 
 The morning and the evening stars came down. 
 
 I woke, and lo! the stars in truth were there— 
 Your eyes were fondly looking into mine— 
 
 Had twinkled morn-dreams through my drowsy lids, 
 Had lingered there to prove that dreams were true. 
 Oh, hallowed be the memory of that morn, 
 
 And unto death may all its sweetness last— 
 
 Upon my breast your sun-lit tresses lay— 
 
 You’d turned from bliss of night to joy of day. 
 
 She wadded the paper in her hand and stood glaring at 
 him. ‘‘ Well, what now?’’ he asked. 
 
 ‘What zow, you brute! Isn’t this enough? You pre- 
 tend to love me and you write this miserable stuff to her.” 
 
 ‘Tf the stuff is miserable, and I don’t dispute you 
 there, no harm has been done. Let me tear it.” 
 
 ‘No! I won’t!’’ she cried, springing back. 
 
 ‘Tf you'll just be calm a minute, Judith, I will tell you 
 all about it. I was writing one day and Alma was with 
 me. She innocently asked me to write something for her 
 and I idly scratched off those lines. They mean nothing.” 
 
 ‘“Oh, of course not,’’ she replied scornfully. ‘‘ Noth- 
 ing that you do means anything. But I will make this 
 mean something ; I will take it to the Father.”’ 
 
156 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘Come back, Judith,” he cailed, following her to the 
 door. ‘‘ All right then, go and show it to him, and he 
 will tell you to go to bed.”’ 
 
 She wheeled about and leoked as though she were ready 
 to spring upon him. ‘‘ He would never tell me to go to 
 your bed, wretch.’’ 
 
 ‘“And if he did,’’ Bryce replied, ‘‘I would swear to 
 him that I would not follow you.’’ 
 
 ‘“Infamous brute!’’ ‘she cried. 
 
 ‘‘IT won't put up with your insults. Here, give me 
 that paper.”’ 
 
 ‘*T won't, scoundrel!’’ 
 
 ‘“But you will give it to me!’’ a voice cried, and 
 Alma stood there, pale, tremulous with rage. 
 
 ““Will I?’ Judith shrieked. ‘‘WillI?”’ Shesprang 
 
 back, tore the paper into bits, threw them upon the floor, © 
 
 stamped upon them, spat upon them. 
 
 PELUZEYe & 
 
 ‘* She wolf!’’ 
 
 They darted at each otner with fingers crooked and stiff- 
 ened, and Bryce strove to get between them. Their hands 
 were grabbled in each others hair ; they shrieked in their 
 fury. The other girls came running from their rooms. 
 
 ‘‘Let them pull each other to pieces,’’ Rachel cried. 
 ‘* Fight ; I don’t care if you kill’each other.’’ 
 
 ‘*Oh, shame on you!’’ Silvia exclaimed, striving to 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 157 
 
 help Bryce separate them. ‘They were like two dogs; 
 they had shut their eyes ; they were panting and tugging. 
 ““Mary,’’ Bryce commanded, ‘“ go and tell the Father 
 
 and the Councilmen to come here.’’ 
 
 \ 
 
 i), 
 
 
 
 
 ‘‘No!’’ Alma shrieked, try- 
 i | ing to shove Judith from her. 
 i | ‘‘Don’t do that, Mary ; for 
 y / | iil God’s sake don’t.’’ Bryce 
 
 \ i caught Judith about the waist, 
 lifted her off the floor and 
 carried her to the opposite side 
 
 ofthe room. He put her down; she fell upon the floor 
 and lay there, sobbing. Bryce bent over her, sought to 
 
158 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 soothe her. ‘‘ Get away!” she cried, ‘‘I hate you, I hate 
 you all.’’ 
 Bryce hastened to Alma and whispered: ‘‘ See if you 
 
 can quiet her. It will be better for you and me. ‘Tell 
 her that I wrote the lines for fun, that I told you they 
 meant nothing. If you love me, beg her pardon. ’’ 
 
 ‘* A strong test of love, Joseph.’ ’ 
 
 ‘‘T know, but if you love me you will.” 
 
 She went to Judith and bent over her. ‘‘I humbly beg 
 your pardon,” she said, speaking slowly and looking at 
 Bryce. ‘‘ He did not really mean those lines for me; he 
 said they were better intended for you. Yes, he did; I 
 will swear it.” She looked at Bryce. He nodded his 
 approval, and she continued: ‘‘I know that he does not 
 
 love me as much as he does you, but that is no fault of 
 
 his. And you know I always loved you, Judith; you 
 
 know I told them that unless you were elected a Wife of 
 the Prophet I did not want to serve. There, now, get up 
 and goto your room, won’t you? ‘The Father and the 
 
 Council know nothing of this and shall know nothing — 
 
 of it. Here, Joseph, she will go with you.”’ 
 

 
 CHAPTER XILG 
 
 In the school-room the air was close, and drowsy was 
 the day. ‘The teacher was wont to look to the Sabbath 
 as a time of rest, that being the only day when school 
 was not kept, but now he thought upon it with disgust. 
 He was to stand in the midst of those long-haired fana- 
 tics and tell them that from a frying-pan the Lord had 
 called forth hot grease wherewith to blister a scoffer. 
 Troublously he mused over the scene of the night before, 
 and he said to himself: ‘‘ A lover or a politician is a fool 
 when you give him a pen.” At the breakfast-table all 
 had been smooth, and Boyle, who had eaten with the 
 Prophet and the Wives, had discovered no trace of their 
 disturbance. 
 
 The men were done gathering the corn, and the flax 
 was drying in the sun. It would soon be time to draw in 
 wood for the winter. Bryce reflected that the horses had 
 rested, and that now they could travel far in a night. 
 The day after the Sabbath he could be alone with Alma, 
 and on the night thereafter they must leave the village ; 
 it would not be wise to wait until the horses should be 
 jaded with the drawing of the wood. 
 
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160 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 The time came for the children to read their composi- 
 tions. Several of the parents were present, and an old 
 man stood near the doorway to catch the mumbled words 
 of a grandson. At last the school was dismissed and, 
 weary and with a headache, Bryce turned toward the 
 woods. 
 
 ‘“T will go with you, Joseph.”’ 
 
 He looked around and saw the Father approaching, 
 ‘You are welcome, Father,” he-said, telling his groove- 
 worn lie. ‘‘ Indeed, I-was looking for you.”’ 
 
 ‘‘T thank you,’’ the old man replied, taking his arm. 
 ‘Whither shall we walk?” 
 
 ‘“Your way, Father, will be a pleasant path to me.” 
 
 The old man pressed Bryce’s arm close to him. “Ah, 
 Joseph, you are daily becoming more and more of a de- 
 light to us all, and it is with distress, my son, that I 
 
 sometimes mark your nervousness. Of late you have - 
 
 been keeping too close to your school; I told Councilman 
 Boyle that we would better relieve you of those confining 
 duties, but he has been loth to agree with me, so strong 
 a faith has he in your ability to teach the young. I think 
 that it would be well to grant you a hunting season. 
 Much game, I am told by Councilman ‘Trent, still 
 abounds in the woods. Ah, my_dear son,’’ and closer 
 still did he draw Bryce to him, ‘‘ our little Silvia has with 
 much modesty confided to her mother a glorious news of 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 161 
 
 herself. All is well, Joseph, and that was all I wished 
 to say. I will now leave you to walk alone, to commune, 
 for the brethren do expect much of you to-morrow.” 
 
 The old man turned back and Bryce walked slowly 
 onward, now under the trees where the yellow leaves 
 were falling, now down into the gulch whither the dead 
 leaves were drifting. He sat upon a stone with his feet 
 resting upon a mat of gray grass that clung to a patch of 
 soil. He uncovered his head that the cool air might fan 
 him. He thought of Solomon, the wise man, and won- 
 dered not that he had written of the vexation of the spirit. 
 Now he would not have argued that to follow the prompt- 
 ings of nature, no matter what those promptings might 
 be, was a pardonable philosophy. And how weak a pro- 
 tection was simple innocence. Throughout the whole 
 Christian world was not the education of girls a false and 
 dangerous training? Was it better to keep them in 
 ignorance of evil, to let them steal a knowlenge of that 
 evil? A wisdom stolen tempts a stealthy use. ‘‘ What 
 am I trying to think about?” he asked himself. ‘‘ What 
 do I know or what do I need to care about the education 
 of girls? In this world there is no woman to dis- 
 grace me. Why is it that men are so much afraid of 
 being humiliated by their daughters? They have no 
 such fear of their sons, and yet the penitentiary is full 
 of sons.’’ 
 
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162 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 He heard something and looked up. Benjamin stood 
 near him. ‘‘ Have I disturbed you, Joseph?”’ 
 
 ‘No, I was not thinking, I was vaguely floundering’ 
 about.” ‘This was so near a truth that Bryce wondered 
 at it, was surprised at his own voice as he uttered it. 
 
 ‘Then you were not trying to eak an inspiration?”’ 
 
 ‘* Benjamin, your words are almost irreverent.”’ 
 
 “ Pardon me, Joseph, I knew not what I was going to 
 say. ‘To break a colt we need one bridle; to break a 
 tongue, we need ten.” 
 
 ‘*Sit down, Benjamin.”’ 
 
 ‘‘No, I will stand here. Joseph, did you ever think of 
 the anguish a man can endure for the sake of his religion ?” 
 
 ‘‘For religion, Benjamin, the greatest anguish of this 
 world has been endured. Men have stood in fire praising 
 God.”’ | | : 
 
 ‘Yes, but the fire consmmed them and they suffered 
 nomore. There is torture, though, that is worse than fire. 
 Ice on the heart is worse than fire, Joseph.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Yes, and a corpse shrouded and stretched stiff upon 
 the mind is worse than a fire, Benjamin.” 
 
 ‘“What do you mean?” Benjamin cried, moving closer 
 to Bryce. ‘‘Who -has- a corpse on his mind ?793He 
 stood there with his hands pressed against his head. 
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 Bryce looked down and he heard Benjamin’s iron shod 
 shoe heels striking hard against the rocks. He was alone. 
 Night was eoming on and dark shadows lay about him. 
 A wind came with the shadows and and dead leaves 
 whirled at his feet. Before dark he must return to the 
 village ; his footsteps were not steady and he was afraid 
 of falling. 
 
 The night had been feverish. Early at morning Bryce 
 heard the Cry Preparer ye: tor the day of worship is 
 come.’’ And he mused that once more he must torture 
 his weak and sickened brain until it should cry out in a 
 frenzied yeip. At the breakfast table old Boyle was wait- 
 ing for him. ‘The morning was bright and the merigolds 
 at the door having escaped the first frost, were blooming 
 
 afresh, but the old man’s face was severe. ‘“Joseph,’’ he 
 _said, when Bryce had sat down, ‘‘I hop? that the Lord 
 will be with you to-day.’’ 
 
 ‘I hope, sir,’’ Bryce replied, ‘‘that He may be with 
 me and you, not only to-day, but until time shall cease, 
 and then remain with us in eternity.’’ 
 
 “Tt is well, Joseph. You speak as one who has medi- 
 tated, and I trust that in your sermon to-day you may 
 
 _ dwell upon the anguish of the sinners that scoff at salva- 
 tion. ‘Tell us not of flowers, for in a rosebud may lie hid- 
 den a seed of iniquity. The devil would deaden our 
 senses with a sweet perfume that he might easier steal 
 
164 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 thesoul. Tell us of the thorn that pricks us onward toward 
 our duty. Inthe Temple I shall not attempt to preach 
 to day, for texts have flown me by, but I charge you and 
 your wives to come unto my house when your sermon is 
 done, for then will I unfold to you the hidden beauties of 
 our holy creed.’ 
 
 Bryce felt that his flesh was raw, and that the old man ~ 
 had given it a dash of powdered salt. Here was a galling 
 prospect: to sit within doors, and to hear that nasal- 
 twanged voice grate and grind on a subject that had 
 become sickening. He could force himself to preach his 
 own sermon, but again to listen to old Boyle was a strain 
 more than he could bear ; he fancied that he could hear 
 his nerves shrink ; he felt that they had been shredded . 
 and hung in the air about him. 
 
 ‘‘Did you understand me, Joseph ?”’ 
 
 ‘‘T do, sir ; but I must tell you that I cannot be there. 
 I am not well, and to sit in a room after having gone 
 through the labor of my own sermon will be too severe a 
 tax. In your words, sir, there 1s wisdom; but a sick 
 man needs medicine, rather than wisdom, and unless the 
 Father commands otherwise I shall seek the tonic of 
 fresh air.”’ “4 
 
 The Wives had looked at one another, and now were 
 looking at Bryce. The Councilman had put down his 
 knife and fork, and had sathimself back from the table. 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 165 
 
 ‘“What, rebellion !’’ the old man said, slowly and 
 deeply pronouncing the words. ° 
 
 ‘“ No, sir; not rebellion, but protection. You have no. 
 authority to command me.”’ 
 
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 listen, to sit within doors or roam about. You have 
 taken it upon yourself to be my special adviser, but let 
 me tell you that I need no special advice.”’ 
 “‘Rebellion!’’ muttered the old man, getting up; ‘‘rebel- 
 lion !” he repeated, turning toward the door. A shadow 
 fell upon the threshold and the Father stood there. 
 
166 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘What did I hear you say, Councilman poe >? the 
 Father asked.. 
 
 ‘“Vou’ heard me say rebellion,’’ the Councilman 
 answered, ‘‘but I may have used the wrong word. It 
 was this way, Father, and when I have set it forth you 
 will see that I was indeed provoked: I told Joseph that 
 he must come to my house after preaching in the temple, 
 and that I would thereupon unfold the beauties of our 
 creed, whereupon he replied that he would not be there. 
 And does not that come near being rebellion?’’ 
 
 ‘Councilman Boyle,” said the Father, ‘‘ we all know 
 that to listen to you is to hear the words of true wisdom, 
 but Joseph is not well and therefore you should excuse 
 him.”’ | 
 
 ‘“ Which I most heartily do,” replied Boyle, Steppilg 
 back and shaking hands with Bryce. 
 
 ‘‘Ah, brethren,’’ the Father graciously said, ‘that is 
 the spirit that should prevail among the chosen of the 
 Lord. Let us give thanks that among us it is as much 
 our spirit to forgive as it is to ask forgiveness. But come, 
 my dear brothers, our people are going toward the tem- 
 ple, showing their eagerness to Bae Joseph, and it is not 
 right to keep them waiting.” 
 
 When Bryce stepped upon the platform aud turned 
 toward that array of solemn faces, he wondered what 
 Hartley would think could she see him now, striving to 
 
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 tear, to rip out of himself a tatter of words wherewith to 
 edify a congregation. His nervousness was plain upon 
 him, but his physical disturbance soon aroused a mental 
 emotion. Simple words came to him with new strength 
 in their meaning; pictures followed, pictures as bright 
 as the leaf rugs which the sun, the frost and fancy had 
 painted upon the sumac bushes, far away on the hill. 
 For weeks his brain had refused him light, and he had 
 compared it to a pile of wet straw, but now he had forced 
 it to burn, and he felt that he was standing in a smoke 
 anda glare. Striking out from him with his fists, he 
 thrust upon them the scoffer and the blazing pan. Loud 
 groans arose and amid them was a wild shout of joy, the 
 revenge cry of Councilman Boyle. Hesprang upon the 
 platform and caught Bryce in his arms, for the sermon 
 was brought to anend. He hugged him and shouted in 
 ecstasy. ‘‘The seal of glory is upon thy revenge, O 
 God!” he cried. ‘‘ Pour Thy blazing wrath upon the 
 scoffers of Thy people. Blister not only their hands, O 
 Lord, but burn their hearts to a dead crisp; burn their 
 blood and the blood of their children, born in sin and in 
 enmity to Thee. Let their flesh quiver in agony; let 
 their tongues be torn out and cast to the buzzards of 
 the air. Joseph, my dear brother, forgive me for the 
 harsh words I spoke unto you this morning, for I was 
 blind, and in my deafness I could not hear the inspiring 
 
168 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 words that rumbled in your soul. Go to the woods, go 
 to the mountains, in the valley to seek your rest, for I 
 shall strive not to instruct you. You are far beyond me; © 
 you are inspired of the Lord.” 
 
 The congregation was slowly filing out. The Father | 
 stood there with his arms folded. ‘‘ Yes, Joseph, ’ he 
 said, ‘‘seek your rest. Your words this day were born to 
 live forever. In the gorges of the mountains will they 
 lodge; into the rocks will they eat their way, and when 
 at last the pernicious of the earth shall refuse salvation, 
 those words like a fiery lash will scourge them into 
 torment.’’ 
 
 Bryce walked home alone and no one followed him. 
 His wives were gathered in the circular room and they 
 whispered and looked in wonder at him when he entered. 
 They were stricken with remorse; they strove to be af- 
 fectionate toward one another. 
 
 ‘‘Sit down in the midst of us, Joseph,’’ Judith re- 
 quested, making room for him. He sat on the settee and 
 there was no dissension as to who should take the place 
 beside him. 
 
 Rachel went swiftly to him, stood beside him and gently 
 putting back his hair asked if he would forgive them for 
 their wickedness. ‘‘Oh, we have been just as bad as we 
 could be,’’ she said, ‘‘ and we deserve to be punished, but 
 we do hope that you will forgive us. We all love you.”’ 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PP.OPHET. 169 
 
 He looked up and smiled at her. Judith saw the smile 
 and she said: ‘‘Rachel, you would better sit down. 
 Joseph is tired.’ ’ 
 
 ‘* But I am not leaning on him, sister.’ ’ 
 
 ““T know, but you might worry him.’’ 
 
 ‘“No I won’t. Let me alone, please.” 
 
 ‘‘I’m not doing anything to you, I am sure. I just 
 told you not to worry Joseph when he is tired.’’ 
 
 ‘Oh, I know what you just told me, and I know also 
 that you never think of his being tired when you are near 
 him.” 
 
 “JT think it is time for both of you to hush,” said 
 Alma. ‘‘ The first thing you know you will be quarrel- 
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 Judith replied, and Alma rejoined: ‘‘I am sure some 
 people cannot.” 
 
 ‘Do you mean that IJ am one of them ?’’ Judith asked. 
 
 ‘“Am I indeed so vague that you have constantly to 
 ask me for my meaning? I have been told that my mean- 
 ing is nearly always clear.”’ 
 
 ‘Tf you are going to quarrel,’’ said Bryce, ‘‘I will go 
 to the woods. ‘‘I thought that you wanted forgiveness. 
 And is this the way you merit it ?”’ 
 
 ‘Please forgive us, dear Joseph,’’ Alma pleaded. ‘‘ It 
 was my fault again and I ask your pardon.”’ 
 
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 ‘“No, Alma,” said Judith, ‘‘it was not your fault; it 
 was mine, and I beg of Joseph to forgive me."’ 
 
 ‘‘But can’t he forgive us both at once? ’’ Alma insisted. 
 “It won’t take him any longer and it won’t put him to 
 any more trouble to include me in his forgiveness.’’ 
 
 ‘“'That is just like you, Alma,” Judith declared. 
 ‘You always want to be included in everything.’’ 
 
 ‘Are you going to hush, or must I go to the woods? ” 
 Bryce asked. 
 
 ‘‘T am hushed,” Alma answered. 
 
 ‘‘So am I,’’ said Judith. 
 
 ‘* And it is time,’’ Rachel spoke up, ‘‘ for here comes 
 Benjamin.’ 
 
 The young man came in and Silvia got up and gave 
 him her stool. With a bow and a smile he acknowledged 
 her courtesy, but he said that he preferred not to sit 
 down ; he had but a few moments to stay ; he simply de- 
 sired to speak to Joseph. ‘‘I have heard the Father say,” 
 he went on, ‘‘that you are not well, Joseph, that you 
 need rest, and I told him that I would take the school 
 off your hands for a few days.” 
 
 ‘* Benjamin, you are exceedingly kind, and gratefully 
 shall I accept your offer,’’ Bryce replied. ‘‘ I think that 
 freedom from care, that lolling about in the woods for a 
 few days will bring my strength back, and I wish you 
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 again. Won’t you sit down. Stay and go to dinner 
 with us.” 
 
 ‘‘No, I eat to-day with Councilman Trent. Will you 
 permit me to see you alone for a few moments ?’’ 
 
 Bryce walked to the door with him and there they 
 halted. For atime Benjamin was silent ; he appeared to 
 be embarrassed. ‘‘Joseph,’’ he said, ‘‘in the strength 
 and fire of your eloquence you can do much; verily it 
 seems to me that you can almost move a mountain.’’ He 
 hesitated and looked down. 
 
 ‘“What is it you would ask of me, Benjamin ?” 
 
 ‘‘T am so weak of words and so fumbling, Joseph, that 
 I fear that my wish, no matter how I present it, will seem 
 rude and sudden to you. Let us walk out here.” 
 
 They walked out to the well, and Bryce stood with his 
 hand resting on the curbing. Benjamin looked down into 
 the dark water. He made several attempts to speak ; he 
 turned his back upon Bryce; he walked off a short dis- 
 tance and came back to gaze again into the well. | 
 
 ‘‘ Speak out, Benjamin.”’ 
 
 ‘““T will try. I may have doubted at one time that you 
 were —I can not say that I doubted the truth of your 
 mission. Waita moment: At one time it seemed hard 
 that you should have come to claim the Wives ; that after 
 so many generations the fulfillment should have come 
 
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172 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 face with a handkerchief. Bryce waited for him to con- 
 tinue. ‘‘ There are numerous mothers and grandmothers 
 here who’served as Wives of the Prophet, and afterward © 
 they became the natural wives of loving husbands. And 
 to be a Wife of the Prophet was simply a postponement . 
 of the temporal marriage. Several of the girls who are 
 now your wives were engaged to be married, but your 
 coming forever set those engagements aside. You are 
 graceful and handsome, and upon seeing you they fell in 
 love with you, ah, and with a deeper love than it was 
 thought that a Wife of the Prophet would give unto him. 
 Among those girls, Joseph, is Alma. She was engaged 
 to marry me, but she was chosen. I could not object, for 
 I was proud of her. But the Prophet came.” He was 
 silent again ; he leaned far over and gazed down into the 
 well. ‘‘ When the temple bell rang, my heart shook,” he 
 continued, ‘‘and when I saw you my heart broke. I 
 stood there and beheld you marry her ; I heard you whis- 
 pering to her ; I saw her eye kindle, and I knew that she 
 had forgotten me.” 
 
 ‘‘Wait a moment, Benjamin. What you say may all 
 be true, but. was it any fault of mine? When I was di- 
 rected to come hither, did I know that I was to break 
 
 hearts and set my feet upon the hopes and longings $: 
 
 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 173 
 
 I know that you had not been consulted but had been di- 
 rected. But let thatpass. JI am now coming to my re- 
 quest. When I heard your sermon to-day, I felt that 
 nothing was beyond the influence of your words; I felt 
 that any request that you might make of the Council 
 would be granted, and therefore I beg of you to make a 
 request. Meet the Councilmen in the Temple, tell them 
 that Alma has received all the honors that could come— 
 I do not mean that, exactly. Tell them that Alma has 
 served faithfully as a Wife of the Prophet, and that in 
 view of the substitution of some other maiden, you will 
 consent to the setting aside of the ties that bind her to 
 you, that you will give her to me. Don’t say that it 
 cannot be done, Joseph; don’t say that they will: frown 
 upon it, for nearly all things are possible with you. It is 
 a bruised, a broken heart that is pleading now, and I im- 
 plore you not to turn from it. Took down deep into your 
 soul and see if something does not command you to heed 
 my request. I dreamed that God in His sweet mercy 
 would make this duty known to you, and I beg of you to 
 reflect, to see if He has not. “And if you think that He 
 has, tell the Council so.’? 
 
 Bryce knew not what tosay. It was his time to fumble 
 about for words, ‘‘ But Benjamin, suppose that Alma 
 should not feel that it is her duty to obey? Even grant- 
 ing that I could move the Council, what about her ?’’ 
 
174 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘* Make her feel that it is her duty ; make her tremble 
 
 under your words. _No, argue gently with her.”’ 
 
 This indeed was a time for Bryce to lie and helied. He 
 saw that Benjamin had worked himself almost into a 
 frenzy and that not to humor him would be extremely 
 dangerous—might ruin the plans that he had laid for 
 Alma and himself. ‘‘ Benjamin,’’ he said, ‘‘I will do 
 what you ask, and I feel in my heart that my request will 
 be granted. But first I shall talk to Alma, for then I can 
 tell the Council that it is also her wish. Wait!’ Benja- 
 min had leaped over the well and was striving to grasp 
 Bryce by the hand. ‘‘ Be careful; some one might see 
 us. ‘To-morrow I shall be alone with Alma 5 we will 
 walk in the woods together, and the next day I will meet 
 the Council. Hush ; there comes a woman to tell us that 
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 village, he met Alma’s mother. She appeared happier 
 than usual and when she had drawn near, she said: 
 ‘“God bless you, Joseph, you and my daughter, and God 
 
 bless a promise that is made known unto her.’’ She did 
 
 not stop, but straightway to the weaving room she went, 
 singing a quaint oldsong. Benjamin went into the school- 
 house, and Bryce saw the children slowly following him. 
 A little girl came along. She looked earnestly at Bryce 
 and told him that she was so sorry that he was not well. 
 
 ‘*T shall be well within a few days,’’ he replied, ‘‘ and 
 then I will come back to you.” He lifted her from the 
 ground, kissed her and putting her down, told her to run 
 along, that school was takenin. He was waiting for 
 Alma who was at home putting her room in order. She 
 came smiling, singing, fresh as a hazel bud. She asked 
 him whither should they go, and he replied: ‘‘ Let us 
 climb the west mountain and sit on the top. Will that 
 suit you?”’ 
 
 “To sit any where with you, dear, will suit me,”’ 
 she answered. 
 
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176 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 They passed the school house and saw Benjamin eagerly 
 
 looking after them. 
 They climbed to the 
 spot where Bryce and 
 Rachel had sat, look- 
 ing down into the fad- 
 ing sun. They heard 
 the ringing of axes; 
 the men had begun to 
 cut the winter’s wood. 
 Alma spread a shawl 
 upon a rock and they 
 sat upon it. 
 
 ‘* Joseph, it is heav- 
 enly to be alone with 
 you. And oh, the 
 time has been so long. 
 I wonder if it seems 
 so long to you?”’ 
 
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 ‘Do you really?” she asked, taking both his hands 
 and pressing them to her cheeks. 
 
 “Yes, in the world, of the world and alone. It is 
 impossible to keep up a pretense of love; it is a natural 
 impulse to smile upon the one we love, but when I smile 
 upon you there is jealousy and rage. I thought that I 
 could write my love and silently give it to you, but no, it 
 was louder than if it had been shouted from the top of 
 the T’emple.’’ : 
 
 ‘I am so sorry that I lost those lines,’’ she said. 
 **And I don't see how I did. Won’t you write them 
 again?’’ 
 
 ‘‘ Ves, some time.’’ s 
 
 They sat in silence, she playing with his hand, he 
 wondering how he should make her, without a shock, 
 acquainted with his plans. One girl had run away from 
 the village and had come back miserable, degraded, to 
 beg for mercy and then to die. He was afraid bluntly to 
 tell her of his scheme, afraid to hear himself pronounce 
 - the words that should place him before her in a new and 
 unexpected position. He turned and looked down at the 
 village; he saw a woman at the well, saw a man anda 
 boy grinding an axe. 
 
 . “How plain everything is down there,’’ she said, fol- 
 lowing his eyes. ‘‘There is Benjamin standing in the 
 school house door.”’ 
 
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 ‘* Alma, if it were in my heart to hate a man I should 
 hate him.” 
 
 She looked searchingly at him. ‘‘ Why should you 
 hate him, Joseph ?” 
 
 ‘* Because he was to be your husband, to kiss your soft 
 lips.” | 
 
 “Who told you that ?” 
 
 ‘‘T dreamed it night after night until I knew that it 
 was true.” 
 
 ‘“And I do not deny it, Joseph. Yes, he was to 
 marry me.” 
 
 ‘“But did you love him ?”’ 
 
 ‘As love then went, I did; but as I have found love 
 to go, I did not. Between the love I gave him and the 
 love I give you, there are rivers and forests and mount- 
 ains, so great is the distance. He is strong and quick at 
 his books ; but you are noble and quick to find the beau- 
 tiful secrets that nature has hidden in the woods. He 
 could interest me, but you thrill me. My heart listened 
 to him, but my soul is eager to catch your words. I know 
 but little of the nature of the woman who lives in the 
 world to-day ; the life that I have read about lies far back 
 in the past when speech might not have meant so much, 
 but when it was adorned with figures. Women then pro- 
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 “There are women of the world to-day who love the 
 noble and the brave,” Bryce replied, ‘‘ but their mothers 
 and their fathers would have them lovemoney. A woman 
 may marry for love, and yet she will teach her daughter 
 to marry for money. In the world the preachers tell us 
 that the love of money is the root of all evil, and the 
 next day they accept a call at a higher salary. In 
 the world we may respect a poor man, but in that 
 respect there is a shade of pity. It is hard to believe 
 that poverty is virtuous. But we are getting away 
 from the subject. You would have been happy with 
 Benjamin.” 
 
 “‘T should have been contented, but not happy, Joseph. 
 You brought happiness, and had you not come I should 
 never have known the true meaning of the word.’ 
 
 **But, Alma, in that stream of happiness, which should 
 be so pure and clear, there are muddy streaks and the 
 drifting trash of jealousies.”’ 
 
 ‘* Yes, Joseph, for human nature lives even in this quiet 
 village, and who is so human as a wife?” 
 
 ‘*A husband, Alma. And now, with religion put 
 aside, should we not love each other with a passion purely 
 human, strong, devoted?” 
 
 ** What do you mean by putting religion aside ?” 
 
 **T mean that should we not love each other beyond 
 the command of our creed?”’ 
 
180 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘“ Love is born of God, Joseph, and no love is stronger 
 than God’s.’’ 
 
 ‘Have you forgotten that book you read, ‘The Age 
 of Reason’ ?” 
 
 ‘“No; but that book did not teach me to disbelieve in 
 the love of God.’’ 
 
 ‘True; but it inveighed against creeds.’’ 
 
 ‘“Not against mine ; it knew nothing of my creed.” 
 
 He fell into a meditative, uneasy silence. She talked 
 on about the things that surrounded them, the high rocks 
 to the left, the view sloping down into the west. He 
 knew that she would go with him, that for him she would 
 trample upon her creed. In many respects she was 
 stronger than any woman he had known, and he knew 
 that she loved him with all her strength. In a sentence 
 he could tell her that she must run away with him, but 
 how could he do so without giving her a shock? He put 
 his arms about her and held her close against his breast, 
 told her that with her he could live the life of a woodcut- 
 ter in the mountains and be happy ; that without her he 
 could but look upon God’s heaven as a wilderness. And 
 fondly she kissed him, told him there was no heaven 
 sweeter than his smile. s 
 
 Now his time was come, and yet he could not speak the 
 words; he stumbled and fell short of an utterance of 
 them. The conditions were not favorable; the sun was 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 181 
 
 too bright; the ringing of the axes, far away, annoyed 
 him. He would wait for the coming of darkness. 
 
 They heard the dinner horn and homeward they slowly 
 strolled, picking red haws that grew by the way. At the 
 table Silvia said that after dinner Mr. Joseph must not 
 think that he could take himself off to the woods, that 
 the girls had too long been cheated of a story that was 
 due them. Alma protested. She said that Joseph was 
 tired. 
 
 ‘‘No doubt he has talked all the morning,” Judith re- 
 plied, ‘‘ but he has not talked to us and I think that we 
 ought to share his vacation.” 
 
 ‘* Won’t you please tell us a story,” Mary pleaded. ‘‘It 
 is so dull at the house when you are not there.’’ 
 
 ‘Ves, little one, I will tell a story,” Bryce answered. 
 
 ‘“‘VYou wouldn’t agree to tell it when I asked you,” 
 Judith spoke up ; “‘but I suppose you will let me hear it.”’ 
 
 They sat about him in the circular room and he told 
 them a story of love, of the devotion of a woman, her 
 bravery and the sacrifices she made. For the man she 
 loved she turned her back upon her father and her reli- 
 gion, and the neighbors said that misery would be her lot, 
 but God gave her days of happiness and sweetened her 
 nights with joyous dreams. 
 
 ‘‘Oh, you must like that story yourself,’’ Rachel cried. 
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 ‘Ves, I like it,” Bryce answered, ‘‘ for it is full of the 
 devotion of woman, and her devotion is her glory. She 
 was created for sacrifice, to be the tenderest and purest 
 of God’s creatures, or the vilest scum of the earth.” 
 
 ‘‘ But if she is tender and pure how could she be vile ?” 
 Mary asked. | 
 
 ‘‘ Little one, the world sees to that; the world has 
 robbed purity of its bread and scornfully has commanded— 
 ‘Go into the gutter and be filthy in order that you may 
 Catars: : 
 
 ‘‘T don’t know what you mean,” said Silvia, “but I 
 don’t like to hear you talk that way. ‘Tell us another 
 story; something to make us laugh.” | 
 
 ‘“’There was an echo from the world,’’ Bryce replied. 
 
 ‘“Does the world want to laugh?’’ she asked. “‘If it 
 does it can’t be so very bad. When children laugh they 
 are good, but when they cry they are bad.” 
 
 ‘‘Ladies,” said Bryce. laughing, ‘‘ You are too swift 
 forme. I can’t keep up with your little conceits.”’ 
 
 He told them a story that made them laugh and they 
 skipped about him like children in @ frolic, and they were 
 teasing him for more when Benjamin looked in upon them. 
 
 ‘“Joseph, may I see you a moment?” he asked. 
 
 _ Bryce went to the door and Benjamin motioned him to 
 come outside. Bryce followed him to the well. ‘‘ Have 
 you told her?’’ the young man asked. 
 
 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 183 
 
 ‘“‘T have lead her up to the very point. I found that I 
 had to be cautious, but I will tell her.’’ 
 
 ““'When?’’ 
 
 ‘To-night.’’ 
 
 ‘Did you ask her if she loved me?” 
 
 “Yes, and she said that she loved you devotedly.’’ 
 
 ‘‘God bless you, Joseph. I trembled all last night. I 
 thought over what I had asked you to do, and it seemed 
 an enormous piece of sacrilege, but where there is so deep 
 and true a love, Joseph, how could there be a sacrilege? 
 My heart and my soul yearn for her and should I be pun- 
 ished for that? I love my religion and I expect one day 
 to be the Father of the chosen, but I love Alma and who 
 put that love there? You say you will tell her to-night, 
 Joseph?”’ . 
 
 “‘Yes, we will go away in secret and I will then tell 
 her that she must obey my command.” 
 
 ‘‘And do you believe that she will be willing even 
 though she loves me to leave the Prophet’s house?” 
 
 *“When I tell her that it is the will of the Council, she 
 will thank me with tears of joy in her eyes.’’ 
 
 ‘“Oh, can there be so much happiness on this earth? 
 Joseph, at the end of the street back of the temple there 
 is a house in which no one lives. Last night when I 
 could not sleep I got up and went to look at that house, 
 and I prayed that she and I might live there, and your 
 
184 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 words make me feel that we shall. What time to-night 
 can you let me know, Joseph?” 
 
 ‘Perhaps not at all to-night. Come to my house early 
 at morning. Go to your room and remain there all 
 night, praying. Do not move about as though you are 
 anxious. I don’t want the Council to suspect that you 
 prompted the request which I shall make.” 
 
 ‘‘T will do as you direct, Joseph. I must now go back 
 to the school. Early to-morrow morning I shall be at 
 your door.” 
 
CHAPTER XV. 
 
 When the day was done, when supper had been eaten 
 and the clatter of dishes was no longer heard, Bryce 
 strolled alone about the village. He went to the Stable, 
 into the room where the bridles were kept; he looked at 
 the horses and picked out two that he thought were the 
 strongest. He opened and shut the door time and again 
 to find out whether the hinges would creak. Sheep skins 
 served the purpose of saddles, and he selected two, put 
 them into a corner and covered them with straw. 
 
 He strode toward the Prophet’s house, he heard the 
 rocking of rude cradles and the songs that women were 
 singing to their children. He had told Alma that when 
 darkness should come he wanted her to go to the woods 
 with him, that he had something of most serious conse- 
 quence to say to her, dnd as he approached the house he 
 
 ‘saw her standing in the door, and drawing near enough 
 
 for the light to fall upon him, he motioned her and she 
 came to him. 
 ‘‘T am ready, Joseph.”’ 
 “Don’t speak loud ; I want no one to hear us.”’ 
 ‘¢ Whither shall we go?” 
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186 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘To the beech tree near the hollow sounding rock.” 
 
 They made no noise, they met noone. ‘‘ Sit here on 
 the rock,’’ he said when they reached the tree. ‘‘Oh, you 
 are going to spread a shawl. You are considerate.’’ 
 
 They heard the cry of an owl mingled with the roar of 
 the falling water. ‘‘ Alma, I am going to tell you some- 
 thing that may shock you.’’ 
 
 ‘Then you must be going to tell me that you do not 
 love me, for that alone could shock me.’’ 
 
 ‘“No; I am going to tell you that I worship you.” 
 
 ‘‘ That warms my heart but does not shock me, Joseph.” 
 
 ‘“But that worship may lead to a shock. You know 
 that I have many times spoken of the happiness that 
 would come to us if we were alone.” 
 
 ‘“ Yes, Joseph, we are alone now and happiness is with 
 us.”’ 
 
 ‘Ves, we are alone for the moment but within a short 
 distance from here are others that have a claim upon 
 me; and I have grown to love you until I despise that 
 claim. Oh, that we were of the world, in the world and 
 alone. You have been taught to despise the world, but 
 the world belongs to God.”’ 
 
 ‘* But the people are not His chosen ones, Joseph.” 
 
 ‘‘Some of them are. In cities, within hearing of the 
 _night-cry of vice, where the black shadows of sin are lying, 
 there is virtuesweet andsimple. But we care naught for 
 
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 the world, but for each other. Alma, I want you to live 
 alone with me. Look,” he said rising and bending over 
 her, ‘‘the village is dark, the people are sinking to sleep. 
 Let us fly from this place, go far away and live in each 
 other’s love. I cannot endure it here any longer; I can 
 endure it no where without you. ‘The horses are waiting 
 for us, the sun has darkened the world that no one may 
 see us, and by the time the light of morning shall come we 
 can be faraway. Listen to me. Love is my religion 
 and you are mycreed. The religion of this village is 
 narrow and soul-stifling. Your mind is too broad to live 
 in it. Alma, you look for the Saviour of mankind. Hehas 
 come; He came nearly two thousand years ago and suffered 
 death on across. Your religion was the invention of a 
 fanatic, your fathers and your grandfathers were deceived.” 
 
 She sprang from the rock. ‘‘ What are you telling me!” 
 she cried. 
 
 ‘That Iam a man; that I was not inspired to come 
 to this place ; that I love you; that I want you to be my 
 wife as the world knows a wife. ‘‘ Alma!” he cried, 
 catching at her, but she sprang back. ‘‘ Don’t touch 
 me !” she commanded. ‘‘ You were not inspired? And all 
 this has been a deception. Merciful God ! can this be true?” 
 
 “‘Alma, listen to me ; go away with me.” 
 
 ‘‘T will not listen to you ; I will not go away with you. 
 If you have deceived God, you would deceive me. Don't 
 
188 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 you touch me. Give me time to think. Oh, what have 
 you told me!” she sobbed. ‘‘ Oh, my heart is bleeding !” 
 She sank upon her knees, sobbing. ‘‘ What have I heard ! 
 What have I heard !” she repeated over and over again. 
 He strove to lift her. ‘‘ Get away !” she shrieked, spring- 
 Ine tO chersiceticc.4 Gers pack. you base creature; I hate 
 you. To come among us—” She broke down. — 
 
 ‘* Alma, it was my love that revealed all this to you. 
 The horses are ready : come with me. I will take you to 
 a city; I will show you what life is. Nothing but love 
 could have wrung such a confession from me. Come, 
 Alnia;” : 
 
 ‘‘Tf you touch me I will try to kill you!” she cried. 
 ‘* Don’t you follow me.’’ 
 
 ““Come back, Alma! What, you are not going back 
 to the village?” 
 
 ‘‘T am going to my father’s house,”’ she sobbed. 
 
 ‘*You shall not! Stop; I will choke you.” 
 
 She sprang away from him and was gone. He dared 
 not follow her. It was now a question of saving his own 
 life. She would soon reach the village and spread the 
 news of his infamy. The men would be after him like a, 
 pack of wolves. The moon was rising. He wheeled 
 about and started down the creek. | 
 
 ‘*Stop !” a voice commanded. Benjamin stood in front 
 
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 ‘* What do you want ?’’ Bryce asked. 
 
 ‘Man, I don’t know what your name is, of all the 
 scoundrels that ever slimed the face of the earth you are 
 the lowest. I heard what 
 you said to Alma. I could 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 pray no longer, and I came 
 out here, not with the inten- 
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 that is sufficient. You are going to the village with me.’ 
 
 ‘‘Ilam not; I am going my owh way.”’ 
 
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 ‘Yes, and your way leads to hell; but first you are 
 going with me.” 
 
 ‘“Stand aside! I don’t want to hurt you.” 
 
 Benjamin leaped forward to seize him. Bryce caught 
 up a stone with a sweep of his hand, and, still holding it, 
 struck Benjamin on the head, and senseless he fell to the 
 ground. 
 
 Down the creek Bryce ran, scrambling over the rocks, 
 plunging through the darkness, now in the black shadow 
 of a cliff, now in the glimmering light of the rising moon. 
 He stumbled and fell down a steep place, and a stone 
 
 dislodged by his scrambling, rolled down and fell upon 
 
 him. He was sure that one of his legs was broken and 
 he cried out in anguish, and frightened at the alarming 
 loudness of his voice, he listened breathlessly, expecting 
 to hear the tramp of hurrying feet. He got up, and limp- 
 ing, struggled onward, but in his eagerness he soon for- 
 got his lameness. Now he climbed the cliff whereon he 
 and Silvia had stood; the moonlight lay about him and 
 he hastened down the other side into the shadow. Where 
 the way was level, he ran; where it was rough he struggled 
 hard, taking dangerous chances at every jump. Here 
 were the dells, and across the creek was the deep gorge 
 that seemed to invite the stream to quit its ancient 
 course. Here was the Witch Hole. He halted, and 
 panting, stood for a moment on the brink. Again he 
 

 
 
 
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 fancied that he saw a shudder, a cold chill running up 
 and down the creek. Moonlight fell upon the pool, and 
 he saw dead leaves floating round and round. He listened. 
 No sound save the far off cry of a night bird and the 
 whimsical bark of a fox. He wheeled about and ran 
 down to the river. His intention was to cross the stream, 
 and in the hope of finding a canoe he walked up and 
 down the bank, under the dark, overhanging trees. There 
 was no canoe. He heard thecold water rippling against a 
 snag. He gazed toward the opposite shore—an intangible 
 smear of black—dreary, frightening. But he must cross. 
 He found a drift log and hestrove to roll it into the water. 
 One end was buried, and he got down on his knees and 
 dug away the sand like a dog scratching after a mole. 
 He rolled the log into the water, pushing it out, and sprang 
 upon it. It turned and into the river he was soused. 
 He clawed at the log and it turned over and over. The 
 water benumbed him and his teeth chattered. His feet 
 touched a sand bar, and he pulled the log toward him and 
 got upon it, lay on his breast with his legs hanging in 
 the water, paddling with his hands. He must fight the 
 ‘current and wait fora bend in the river to land him on 
 the opposite shore. He was below the place where the 
 steamboat had landed him, and he knew that the river 
 was crooked. The moon was above the timber and the water 
 was shimmering. He wondered whether he could be seen 
 
192 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 from the shore, and-he tried to lie closer to the log. He 
 now was well out and he knew that the first bend to the 
 left would land him, but he saw no prospect of a bend. 
 An hour passed and he was slightly beyond the middle 
 of the stream. What if he should thus float until morn- 
 ing? They would shoot him, pick him off like a turtle. 
 He wondered if he had killed Benjamin. He thought 
 that he had felt his skull.crush. But no matter, it had 
 to be done; he would have dragged him back to the village 
 and old Boyle would have skinned him alive. Strange 
 that Alma should have refused to go with him. He had 
 not been adroit enough, he had been too sudden. How 
 was he to rid himself of his preposterous clothes? He 
 had no money, not a penny. ‘The plan had been badly 
 drawn, and miserably had it been executed. 
 
 Far below he saw the shore line jut out in a cape of 
 darkness, and he knew that he was nearing a bend in the 
 stream. Hard now he struggled against the current, but 
 the log began to turn and he had to scramble to stay on 
 top. Yes, it was a bend, the whirling of the current 
 proved it, proved also that it would be no easy place to 
 land—no low lying point, but a bluff of rocks. Faster 
 and faster the current flowed and the log seemed to be 
 moved by the spirit of excited flight. He heard a roar 
 as if a storm were struggling amid the tree tops. He saw 
 a wall of rock; saw the foaming water leap in the moon- 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 193 
 
 light. He strove against the current, to pull his treach- 
 erous craft out further into the stream. ‘The log turned, 
 whirled around, threw him off, sped away from him, was 
 gone. Over and over he was thrown, struck the rock feet 
 first, was tossed up, was caught again by the flood, sucked 
 under, spewed up; round and round he was whirled like 
 a chunk in a suck hole, struggling, almost exhausted. 
 Again he was thrown and this time he caught a point of 
 rock, threw his arms over it and held there. And how 
 sweet to him was this chancé to breathe. He.looked up, 
 far above into the dim lace work of the night, and he 
 thought to pray, but he was ashamed—ashamed to appeal 
 to Him who had forgiven a thief on the cross. He 
 thought of the criminals whom he had seen in court, ofa 
 wretch who had murdered an old woman, but in that 
 docket of crime he could find no one so little deserving of 
 mercy as himself. 
 
 The water was pulling at him and his arms were tired. 
 There was a whirlpool between him and the main rock. 
 Should he tempt it? He must needs do something; he 
 could not much longer hold his place. What was that 
 dark, bobbing streak between him and the bluff? He 
 reached forth with one hand, with difficulty holding on 
 with the other, and felt something. It was his log, braced 
 against the point of rock and the main wall. But should 
 he attempt to straddle it and to cross? And what might 
 
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194 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 he find at the end? He would make the trial. The log 
 danced up and down and the current almost sucked him 
 under it, but gradually he worked his way to the end. 
 The place was not wholly dark, but the circuiting moon 
 was leaving it in the shadow. Whatever he decided to 
 do must®be done at once. He felt along and founda 
 break in the rock, a bench, but what was above? He 
 could at least get out of the water. He climbed upon the 
 bench and feeling upward, found another breach, more 
 pronounced than the first one. He climbed upon the 
 second ledge. He walked along, crawled through a 
 broad seam and found another landing, higher up the 
 bluff. Now he was amid a struggling growth of cedars, 
 and he sat down torest. He wondered what time it 
 could be. It was not much beyond midnight and he was 
 many miles below the Witch Hole. He strove to picture 
 the scene in the village. He could see the Wives of the 
 Prophet, hurrying about in their excitement; he could 
 catch the features of Councilman Boyle, fury-stricken; 
 could see the Father’s sad face, could hear the mourning 
 over the dead body of Benjamin. 
 
 He resumed his climbing and soon was at the top of the 
 bluff. He rested again and then sheered off to the left, 
 going gradually down into the sweet gum timber of the 
 bottom lands. But now he was so worn that he could 
 
 scarcely walk, and coming toa place where leaves had 
 

 
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 drifted, he lay down to sleep until morning. He awoke 
 with the sun in his eyes. There was no road and he 
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 ask for food? His appear- 
 ance would excite suspi- 
 cion, not indeed that he was a criminal but that he was 
 insane. He had no hat and his hair was tangied. There 
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196 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 his clothes. He came to a road and he heard a saw mill, 
 but he dared not go near it, and he was walking along the 
 road, but not in the direction of the mill, when he met 
 an old negro. 3 
 
 ‘* Good morning !” 
 
 The old man drew back. ‘‘ I doan’ know. sah, whuther 
 ter run er way fum you or not.” 
 
 ‘“Tam not going to molest you, uncle.” 
 
 ‘*T doan’ know ’bout dat, sah. Is you sho 
 
 you ain’ 
 gwine grab me?”’ 
 
 ‘*T will not touch you.” 
 
 ‘Well, sah, I’ll be ’bleeged ter you fur dat.”’ 
 
 ‘* How far am I from Campbell’s Bend ?” 
 
 ‘* Doan’ know; sah ; neber wuz dar.” 
 
 That was good news. He had passed it, had come a 
 long distance. 
 
 ‘* Well, how far is it to a town ?” ; 
 
 ** Wall, sah, it ain’t so mighty fur ter Gum P’int, but 
 it ain’ much o’ er town w’en you gits dar ; but den I doan’ 
 know whut you want wid er town no how. Peer like 
 most any place is good er nuff fur you.” 
 
 ‘““Ves, for Iam a humble preacher of the gospel of the ~* 
 Lord.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Oh, is you. Den you oughter tole me fo’ I flung 
 dem sarcastics at you. T’ma mighty han’ ter fling dem 
 things, Itell you. Da waz talkin’ ’bout runnin’ me outen 
 
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 dis neighborm netghborhood once jest caze da feered 0’ 
 me, I cuts ’em so wid dis yere tongue. So you is er 
 preacher. Wall, I has done er little 0’ dat sort 0’ bus- 
 ness mersef.’’ 
 
 “Then I may call your brother,” said Bryce, slowly 
 advancing toward him. 
 
 ‘“Doan know ’bout dat,’ the negro replied, drawing 
 back cautiously. ‘‘ Kain’t settle dat p’int till I knows 
 whut yo’ faif is; but ef you is one deze year Cam’llites 
 I’se feered 0’ you.” 
 
 ‘*T am a Methodist,’’ Bryce said at a venture. 
 
 ‘*Whut’s dat, er Meferdis? I’se wid you, fer I’se one 
 way down yere in dis yere heart,” 
 
 ‘‘T am indeed glad to hear it, old man, for I have a 
 favor to ask of you?” 
 
 ‘‘Whut is it, sah, but lemme tell you it ain’t quite time 
 0’ day to begin doin’ favors. But whut you want me ter 
 de?’ 
 
 ‘‘T want you to exchange coats with me. My coat is 
 better than yours and has twice as much cloth in it. 
 What do you say?” 
 
 ‘*T says, sah, dat I ain’t pleased wid de cut o’ dat 
 gayrment, but I’1l swop on er count o’ de clof. Yere, 
 gimmy yo’ coat fust. I doan wan’ you ter take my coat 
 and run off widit. In dese days I’se sorter ’spicious 
 eben o’ bruders in de church. Bruder in de church tuck 
 
198 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 er red hankerchuck fum me some time er go an’ I ain’ 
 seed ’im since, Gimmy. Dat’s right; yere’s mine, 
 Thankee, sah, but doan’ ’sist on swoppin’ britches fur dar 
 ain’ ez much clof in ’em ez dar is in mine, an’ ef you try 
 to make me swop I'll hatter fight you.”’ 
 
 ‘“ Now can you give me something to eat?” Bryce asked. 
 
 ‘What, is you got mo’ fabers ter ax? I’se got er 
 mouful yere in dis bucket dat I was gwine take wid me 
 whar I’se choppin’ wood, but I needs it merself caze my 
 appertite is monstus. But I kaint see er pusson suffer, so 
 I'll gin you haf o’ it.”’ 
 
 ‘*You are a gentleman ever if you are black.” 
 
 ‘“Look yere, man, doan come talkin’ dat er way, caze 
 I’ll be fo’ced ter gib you de whole business. Nowy, sah, 
 yere you is, an’ I wushes you good luck; an’ good day.” 
 
 Onward Bryce went, greedily eating the old negro’s 
 corn bread and bacon. And in his brown jeans coat he 
 felt that he was one more degree removed from the village 
 of Bolga. But he must havea hat, and he must rid himself 
 of those knee breeches. He passed a cabin and saw a 
 negro woman washing under a tree, and on a fence a 
 short distance away he saw some clothes hanging. He 
 quickened his steps, for his mind was made up ; he would 
 sneak around to the fence to see if he could find a pair of 
 trousers. ‘The woman had not seen him. What if this 
 were the place where the humorous and kind-hearted old 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 199 
 
 negro lived? No matter; this was a time when gener- 
 osity must be placed under additional contribution. He 
 heard the woman singing. She straightened up to wring 
 out a garment and Bryce got down behind the fence. She 
 spread the garment on a bush and returned to her tub. 
 Bryce crept along the fence until he was under the clothes. 
 He reached up, snatched a pair of cottonade trousers and, 
 bending over, ran into the woods. He soon stopped run- 
 ning, but he walked some distance before he ventured to 
 try on the trousers. ‘They were too short for him, but 
 they were not nearly so short as his knee breeches. He 
 was wretched, but he had to smile at himself, at his 
 shrewdness. 
 
 Now it was his aim to go to some town, get shaved, 
 have his hair cut, return to the river far below, and on a 
 steamboat work his way home. A woman came along 
 the road, riding an old mare with a colt following. The 
 mare shied, the colt ran up, sniffed at Bryce, wheeled 
 about and. kicked at him. 
 
 ‘‘He won’t hurt you,” the woman said. ‘‘ He’s just 
 full of his pranks; the children have spoiled him.” 
 
 He asked her how far it might be to Gum Point, and 
 she answered that it was not more than two miles. ‘‘ Are 
 you going there?’ she asked. ‘‘I left there not more 
 than half an hour ago, and there was considerable excite- 
 
 ment going on. Some men came into town with a lot of 
 
200 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 hounds and were looking for some man that had got away 
 or something of the sort, I couldn’t exactly find out 
 what.” 
 
 ‘You say they were looking for a man ?”’ 
 
 ‘‘ Yes, that’s what I understood.” 
 
 ‘“Did they say what the man had done?” 
 
 ‘As I say, I couldn’t exactly find out; but I gathered 
 that he ran away from some place up the river, I think.” 
 
 The woman rode on and Bryce turned off into the 
 woods. ‘They were on his track with bloodhounds, and 
 it was his floating down the river that had thrown them 
 off. He had seen dogs about the village, but had not 
 supposed that they were bloodhounds. He argued that 
 to go to Gum Point would be reckless. Would it not be 
 wise to return to the river, hide until night, and then float 
 down the stream? But would not those keen and rest- 
 less hounds sneak up and spring upon him in his hiding- 
 place? He wondered whether it would be well to sur- 
 render himself to the authorities, to demand the protec- 
 tion of the law. But he knew that the law would not 
 protect him against the demands of those stern men, com- 
 ing with justice as their plea, with vengeance as their 
 natural right. But he must do something. He heard a 
 twig snap, and he wheeled about with a cry of fright. 
 Then he tried to laugh at his timidity ; he had been 
 frightened by asquirrel. Off to the left the timber looked 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 201 
 
 thickest, the undergrowth rankest, and thither he went, 
 sneaking, startled at every noise. Painfully he worked his 
 way into the midst of a thick patch of blackberry briars, 
 and there he lay down; but his reason, active agent of 
 alarm, told him that the briars would not serve as a pro- 
 tection against the hounds, that they would glide through 
 them like a snake; and out he came to look for another 
 place, to push onward toward a spot where the timber 
 appeared thicker. He knew not that he was going in the 
 direction of the river; he might be going toward the 
 town. When in despair it is man’s nature to call upon 
 God, it is a final resort of the scoffer, the atheist, but 
 Bryce shuddered as he turned hiseyes upward. Strongly 
 now he believed in a revengeful God and in a personal 
 devil, and he fancied that if he shouid pray he could hear 
 the devil snicker. He remembered having said to Hart- 
 ley that the adage, ‘‘ virtue is its own reward,” was a 
 senseless phrase, but how full of meaning it now appeared. 
 “Tf I keep this up I shall go insane,” he mused. ‘‘ But 
 may I not be insane at this very moment? How do I 
 _know that I went to a village called Bolga? I don’t know 
 but that I have imagined it all, that I have been in these 
 woods for weeks. I once knew a man who trembled for 
 years lest he might be assassinated by agents sent over by 
 the English government. He believed that he had com- 
 mitted a great crime against that country; perhaps I 
 
202 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 merely imagine that I have wronged a community called 
 Bolga.” But he rolled up his sleeves and gazed at the 
 pictures on his arms. ‘‘ But even this may be fancy. 
 Oh, hell! what is the use of this nonsense. I am worse 
 than Cain and the universe hates me. I am to be torn to 
 pieces by dogs and my bones are to be picked by buzzards. 
 But my soul, merciful Christ, what about my soul? Did 
 I not tell her that you had come, that you had been 
 crucified? But why did I tell her? Was it to acknowl- 
 edge a truth or to weaken her faith in her father’s creed?’’ 
 
 He was so tired that he was compelled to rest and he 
 sat down with his back against a tree. He was deter- 
 mined not to think ; he would pull his thoughts to pieces 
 and scatter them. ‘The air hummed a drowsy tune and 
 he sank to sleep, and he dreamed, not of frightful things, 
 but of freedom, of pleasant walks amid scenes that mem- 
 ory, holding dear, had mellowed ; the thrill of a victory 
 at school came back to him, and he stirred in his sleep. 
 A girl whom he loved attempted to throw a ball and he 
 laughed at her charming awkwardness. He sprang to 
 his feet. A dog scampered away, ran a short distance 
 turned back and growled at him. He was not dreaming 
 now. Another dog, another, still another, five hounds 
 ran up, snarling, yelping. He heard a horn, he heard a 
 man shout. He turned and fled. ‘The hounds followed, 
 snapping at him, but they were cowardly and he caught 
 
 
 

 
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 up a stick and fought them off. He thought that his 
 safety lay in the river ; the sun-was almost down and the 
 men might not see well enough to shoot him. He could 
 hear the horses floundering in the bushes far behind. ‘The 
 dogs were growing bolder and one of them snapped him 
 and he siezed a larger stick and fiercely turned upon them. 
 But they surrounded him and while he was fighting one, 
 another was snapping at him. They would tear him to 
 pieces. He seized a grape vine and climbed up amid the 
 thick branches of a beech tree. Here he was safe from 
 dogs, but the men were coming. His eyes fell upon an 
 open space: he saw the men gallop across it. They were 
 under the tree. 
 
 ‘*Come down!” one of them cried. ‘‘Come down, 
 Toney, or we'll have to shoot you.” 
 
 What did they mean by calling him Toney? But he had 
 no time to ask questions; he saw a gun pointed at him. 
 ‘““We give you credit for making a good race. Why, 
 hello here, Bill, this ain’t our man!” Bryce was now 
 holding the grape vine within full view of them. He 
 saw that they were not the men of Bolga. ‘‘ Gentlemen, 
 may I ask why you want me?” 
 
 ] gad, that’s something we’ll have to ask you. We 
 are working a lot of convicts on a new railroad away up 
 the river and one of them got away, and these half hounds 
 simply got on the wrong track. Call ’em off, Bill. Not 
 
204 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 worth pizen enough to kill’em. Mighty sorry, sir, that 
 we've put you to this trouble. Hope you ain’t bit.” 
 ‘“No, not much, but I have been scared nearly to death. 
 I am a lone and wandering preacher, seeking to do good 
 in obscure places, but you have brought back a reminder 
 of the old days of persecution. But it was all a mistake 
 of those miserable dogs and I cannot charge you with an 
 evil intention. But you have caused me to lose my hat 
 
 and I have no money wherewith to buy another. It was” 
 
 an humble covering, sir, but it was the only one I had.” 
 
 ‘‘Sorry. Say, Bill, give him your hat. You’ve got 
 another one at the stockade.” 
 
 ‘‘Give him yours. You’ve another one, too.” 
 
 ‘‘T’ll do it. Here you are, old man; hop down.’’ 
 
 Bryce put on the hat, a wool slouch, thanked the giver, 
 and then asked him how far it was to Gum Point. 
 
 ‘‘ About four miles. Want to go there? Well, hop up 
 here behind me.”’ 
 
 It was village bed time when they clattered into the 
 town, and without having attracted much attention, Bryce 
 was put down near a shanty wherein a light was burning. 
 He asked a boy if there were a barber shop in the place, 
 and the boy pointed to the light in the shanty. Inside he 
 found a negro barber scraping the hot jowl of the village 
 
 drunkard. Bryce told the barber that he wanted a shave 
 
 and a hair-cut, but that he had no money. The negro 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 205 
 
 replied that years ago he had got out all the fun there 
 happened to be in the shaving and hair-cutting business, 
 and that now he looked upon it not as a dissipation but as 
 a necessity. The village drunkard got out of the chair, 
 looked at Bryce and said: ‘‘If you had come about the 
 time timothy was ripe some fellow might have mowed 
 your crop for you. Dinged if you don’t need it. Where 
 have you been ever since the sereech owls went to roost? 
 Hah, where have you been? -Preachin’? You look it. 
 Sort of a Sampson in the flock, I take it. But mebby 
 you oughtn’t cut off your hair; might lose your grip. 
 Yes, reckon you are a Sampson, and, by the way, 
 I’ve got some gate posts I’d like for you to move. Get 
 away from that door there, boys; go on to bed and be up 
 and at your books bright and early to-morrow. Wash, 
 cut the brother’s hair and scrape his hide and I’ll pay 
 you for it. And say, brother, can you sing? If you can, 
 we ll go out and have a time. I’ve got some peach 
 brandy that will pull a tooth. Ain’t that so, Wash? 
 Hah, ain’t it so? You bet it is. Don’t want any? All 
 right, sit down here now and Wash will fix you. Glad 
 to meet you; been looking for you a long time. Thought 
 you might get in yesterday, but you didn’t. Well, I 
 must go. Charge it to me, Wash.”’ 
 
 The negro entertained Bryce with stories of his bene- 
 factor. He was the smartest lawyer in the county and 
 
206 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 would have been in the legislature long ago had it not 
 been for whisky. He had saved many a man’s neck. 
 
 When the work was completed Bryce asked directions 
 to the nearest steamboat landing, and the negro told him 
 that the surest place to catch a boat was Smedley’s Bend, 
 about seven miles distant. 
 
 ‘“By the way, have you anything to eat here?’’ Bryce 
 asked. 
 
 He had brought his dinner but had nothing left. 
 ‘‘Look and see,’’ the hungry man requested. ‘The bar- 
 ber took down a basket, stirred up a piece of paper that 
 was in it, and said that there was nothing but a few 
 scraps. ‘‘ Well, give them tome. One who serves the 
 Lord in out-of-the-way places is satisfied with the scraps 
 that fall even from the poor man’s table. Now tell me 
 which road to take. Straight ahead? Thank you. 
 Good night.’’ 
 

 
 CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 The east was aglow by the time Bryce reached the 
 landing. He found a negro asleep on a pile of corn sacks, 
 aroused him and asked him when a boat was likely to 
 pass down the river. The negro looked up, saw that his 
 questioner was meanly dressed and resented the disturb- 
 ance. (Human nature is stronger in no man than it is in 
 the negro. He is fond of smart sayings but they are 
 brighter when uttered by aman of wealth. He may 
 smile upon his own rags but he looks with contempt upon 
 the rags of a white man. ) lA 
 
 “T want to know what time a boat going down the 
 river is expected to land here,’’ said Bryce. 
 
 The negro told him that a boat would land there when- 
 ever it got ready. Bryce called him an impudent scoun- 
 drel and the negro got up. Hesaid that such a charge 
 would snatch him out of a feather bed even at the drowsi- 
 est time of morning and that if Bryce did not apologize 
 he would wallow him. Just then a white man came up 
 and asked to be enlightened as to the cause of the trouble. 
 Bryce told him, with several interruptions from the negro, 
 and the white man replied: ‘“That’s nothing to fight 
 
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208 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 about, but you oughtn’t come around here this time of 
 merning waking people up. We have to work; we 
 haven’t time to go tramping through the country.”’ 
 
 ‘‘T want work,’’ Bryce rejoined, ‘‘ and that’s the reason 
 Iam here. I want to work my way to Nashville and I 
 should like to know when you expect the first boat.’’ 
 
 The man said that a boat would be along about noon 
 to take on a load of corn. Bryce asked if there were any 
 way by which he might earn something to eat, and the 
 man, pointing to a shanty not far away, answered: ‘‘Go 
 over there, split some wood, make a fire, and bring: a 
 bucket of water.’’ 
 
 While he was splitting the wood the negro came up to 
 superintend the work. He told Bryce he was not split- 
 ting the wood small enough, and commanded him to goto 
 a spring quite a distance up the river, said that the water 
 there was better ; and by way of insult he added: ‘* An’ 
 we’n you git through wid all dat you mout take my ole 
 shoes an’ gib ’em er lick er two wid de blackin’ bresh, 
 ’caze I sorter wants ter shine ‘mong de ladies ter mor’.”’ 
 
 ‘‘T hope some time to meet you when the circumstances 
 may be different,” Bryce replied. 
 
 ‘* Yes, sah, we’n you’se in de penetenchy, an’ I is one 
 o’ de bosses 0’ de job. Is dat it? Oh, you kain’ tell 
 whut gwine happen. You kin’ ’spect most anything fum 
 deze yere white tramps. Come, hurry up dar.”’ 
 

 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 209 
 
 ‘““You infamous scoundrel! If I were not afraid of 
 having to stay here to explain I would knock you down 
 with this axe.”’ 
 
 ‘Wid my own axe at dat! I declar’, de white tramps 
 is a gittin so frisky deze days dat it takes er peart pusson 
 ter keep up wid ’em. Hurry up dar.”’ 
 
 ‘* Vou black spawn of the devil!” 
 
 ‘‘Huh, dat’s fine; say dat er gir. I kin use dat er gin 
 deze niggers roun’ yere, an’ da’ll think I’se flyin’. Gimmy 
 suthin’ else ’bout myse’f.”’ 
 
 After breakfast Bryce lay upon the corn sacks, and had 
 dozed off to sleep when the negro aroused him. ‘‘ De 
 boss say git up fum dar, an’ go an’ fetch er nuder bucket 
 o’ water. ‘Tain’ no hour o’ de day fur er pusson ter come 
 stretchin’ hisse’f roun’ yere. W’y, yander come de May 
 Ann now. Huh, dat lady is er head o’ time. Go on an’ 
 fetch dat water, ur I’ll tell de cap’n not ter let you git on 
 boa’d.”’ 
 
 The little craft had landed by the time Bryce returned 
 from the spring. It was the boat that had set him ashore 
 at Campbell’s Bend, and he was afraid that the captain 
 might recognize him, but he did not. Bryce asked him if 
 he might work his way to Nashville, and he replied: ‘‘@rab 
 a hold there and help load that corn.”’ 
 
 Down the river he went, and he stood near the jack- 
 staff, and the deck hands were singing the same song 
 
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210 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 they had sung when he went up the stream. He was 
 still a long distance from home, but he felt that he was 
 safe. He wondered whether the brethren were searching 
 for him, but he knew that after their fury had spent 
 itself they would be cautious lest they might bring down 
 upon their creed an inquiry too strong and searching. 
 But would he be safe in Nashville? Might not their 
 search gradually extend to that city? They knew not 
 his name, knew not what business he had followed ; they 
 knew him not except as the husband of the Wives. He 
 had told them that he had come from England. ‘Then 
 let them search for him in England. If Alma had only 
 consented to go with him. By this time they could have 
 been safe, happy in some hidden place. She was a fool 
 to stay there among those bigots. Yes, he had frightened 
 her with his suddenness. He ought to have spent days, 
 weeks, months, if needs be, in converting her to a new 
 faith: the faith of absolute love for him. Now that his 
 fear was less intense, he could see her face, could hear 
 her laughter in the rippling of the water at the bow of the 
 boat. 
 
 They landed to take on more corn, and up the bank 
 Bry¢e was forgetfully walking when the mate struck him 
 with a clod: ‘‘ Hurry up there, slouch! Hurry up there, 
 snail! Where did we pick up such a thing us you, any- 
 way? Ill leave you ashore the first thing you know.”’ 
 
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 Bryce staggered under the heavy sacks. ‘‘ Hurry up 
 there, slouch!”’ 
 
 ‘Don’t you see, sir, that I am hurrying as fast as 
 Becanr?* 
 
 “Don’t talk back to me; T1l knock you into the river. 
 Hurry up there, slouch!”’ 
 
 The sun went down, the deck hands sang their evening 
 song. The air wascool. Bryce lay down near the fur- 
 nace aid dropped off to sleep. A kick aroused him. 
 ‘“Wood up here! Come, come! You are the laziest 
 devil I ever saw. Knock you into the river the first thing 
 you know!’’ 
 
 Again he lay down near the furnace when the boat 
 swung round into the current, and this time he was per- 
 mitted to sleep until daylight. He sat upon a box, to eat 
 out of a tin pan his scrappy breakfast, and a negro, filthy 
 of body and foul of mouth, sat beside him. That mud- 
 executive, the mate, came along and told them to hurry 
 up, that they were going to land a short distance below 
 to take on a shipment of tobacco. ‘‘ And mark me,’’ he 
 
 c¢ 
 
 said to Bryce, if you don’t do better than you have been 
 doing, I'll make you stay ashore.’’ 
 ‘*My dear sir, I have done the very best I could.” 
 ‘*Don’t you dear sir me; I’ll knock you heels over head 
 into the river.” 
 
 Bryce looked at the fellow and it flashed upon his mind 
 
DAP THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 that he remembered him. Years before, just after having 
 been admitted to the bar, the court appointed him to 
 defend that fellow against a charge of manslaughter. 
 Yes, and now he recalled the particulars of the case. The 
 fellow was a deck hand and 
 
 
 
 
 
 had killed a companion. And 
 it was his brutality that had 
 no doubt placed him in line for 
 oe 
 
 long toward 
 noon the boat 
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 came down to 
 the wharf to bid 
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 adieu. : Bryce 
 
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 recognized him 
 as he came upon the gang plank; he was a Methodist 
 bishop, hearty with many a “ God bless you,” stout with 
 many a feast, resonant of voice, conscious of the weakness 
 of others and of the strength of himself. A song arose as 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. _ 213 
 
 the boat was shoved off, handkerchiefs fluttered, the 
 bishop waved a benediction. The air above was too cut- 
 ting, the air below was just right, the eminent passenger 
 said, and for himself and his companion—a young man— 
 chairs were brought forward and placed near the bow. 
 Bryce hung about and heard the bishop and the young 
 man talk of the scenery, of the bracing air which God | 
 had sent to the bishop, of the delightful day which God 
 had given to the bishop, of the captain whom God had 
 inspired to take the bishop free of charge. It was a self- 
 importance born of the adoration of women, but with it 
 there was kindliness instead of bigotry. The old gentle- 
 man had seen so little of trouble that he was still in love 
 with the world which God had given him. ‘To him the 
 struggle for bread was a vague abstract; for him bread 
 was baked in many a house and affectionate and rever- 
 ential voices urged him to eat. 
 
 ‘“My son,” the bishop said to his companion, ‘‘ kind- 
 ness rules this life. A simple kindness of heart is a wis- 
 dom, while viciousness, though it may be possessed by a 
 philosopher, is a stupid ignorance. In my minda satirist 
 is the most despicable creature that lives. And history 
 teaches us that he dies abjectedly. Addison, holding 
 until the last his gracious faculties, died a beautiful death; 
 Dean Swift rotted at the top. That part of a man which 
 tantalizes his fellow man, is soonest to decay. The sting 
 
214 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 of a wasp dies last, but the sting of a man dies first and 
 leaves him helpless, pitiable. And I charge you to 
 remember these things for some day you may bea bishop.” 
 
 The young man shook his head. ‘‘ Not while Hartley — 
 is alive,’’ he replied. 
 
 ‘“You speak wisely, my son, for Hartley is beceming 
 a power in this land, and deservedly so. He holds up an 
 example of what a man may do by study and the culti- 
 vation of the virtue of unselfishness.” 
 
 ‘‘ Bishop, are you acquainted with Howard Bryce, the 
 lawyer whom Hartley talks so much about?” 
 
 ‘‘T knew his father when he was state senator, and I 
 have held Howard on my knee, but I cannot say that I 
 know him now; years have passed since I have been 
 thrown with him. Our roads diverged. Hewas wont to 
 speak a sharp evil of his fellow man, I have been told.” 
 
 ‘Ves, I have heard so. He is traveling in Europe — 
 now, I believe. Hartley says that he is one of the bright- 
 est and yet one of the most peculiar men he has ever 
 known.”’ 
 
 ‘‘T dare say,’’ the old gentleman replied, ‘‘ that at one 
 time he was material for a bishop, that is, had he been 
 properly directed. ‘The air is rather chilly here. Suppose 
 we go inside.” . 
 
 ‘“What are you standing about here for?’’ the mate 
 shouted at Bryce. ‘‘Get a move on you! ‘There is 
 
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 always something to doon board a boat. You'll lose your 
 job as soon as we get to town, I'll tell you that. Don’t 
 stand there looking at me! Hand me that stick of wood, 
 Steve; I’ll knock him overboard. You’d better move on!” 
 
 The sun was down, the stars were out; and Bryce saw 
 the lights of the city. Behind a wall of corn he stood, 
 hiding from the mate. The deck hands were singing. 
 And this was the end of his wild and lustful adventure. 
 But was it the end? He might escape the wrath of old 
 man Boyle, but could he escape the lash of conscience? 
 
 Yes, he could; hecould with humility sweep out Hartley's 
 
 church, humble himself at the mourner’s bench. But 
 would not that be a trick, and did not conscience under- 
 stand all trickery? He must shape some other course; — 
 but could he not in all sincerity beg of his conscience to 
 forgive him? And suppose it refused? He could kill his 
 conscience. But this he had already striven to do and had 
 failed. Was he not, however, more afraid of physical 
 punishment than of conscience-torture ? 
 
 They were nearing the wharf; the song of the deck 
 
 ‘hands was hushed; they were ready to throw out the 
 
 plank. The mate came along andsworeat them. ‘‘Grab 
 hold there!’ he shouted at Bryce, and Bryce mused: 
 ‘Why should he hate me? It must be the unconscious 
 resentment of ingratitude, and if he were to learn the true 
 cause of his brutality toward me, he would find that it 
 
216 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 rests upon the fact that I have done him a service. The 
 fact that he does not remember me makes no difference; 
 the hatred is there though he may be ignorant of the 
 cause.’’ 
 
 When the boat landed Bryce shouldered a sack of corn, 
 staggered up the levee with it, dropped it and ran away. 
 The mate swore after him, but no attempt was made to 
 bring him back.. He dodged behind a shanty, the home 
 of the old sailor who had picked the pictures on his arms. 
 He was afraid that some acquaintance might recognize 
 him. He remembered that hanging in his office closet 
 was a hunting suit, and dressed in it he could safely go to 
 his room. His course now lay through alleys and across 
 vacant places. His office was in one of the principal 
 streets, and an alley ran back of it. He had no key, and 
 how was he to let himself in? He wished that the hour 
 was later; his efforts to force an entrance might attract 
 the police. Had he been a robber he might not have 
 feared this, but he imagined that fate was seeking. to 
 expose him, and might not a policeman well serve as an 
 agent of perverse fate? He stole down an alley, and 
 stood under his own window. He wondered whether he had 
 fastened the catch, and hetried the sash. Yes, he had; 
 the sash could not be raised. He stole to the mouth of 
 the alley and peeped up and down the street. No police- 
 man was in sight. He returned to the window and, 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 217 
 
 with a stone, broke a pane of glass, quickly thrust his 
 arm through, slipped the catch, raised the sash, and 
 stepped inside. He fumbled about for a match; the tin 
 safe was empty. He felt over the green table, opened the 
 drawers ; he turned toward the closet. He stepped upon 
 amatch. It snapped, blazed, and he grabbed at it, but 
 the flame died. In the closet he found an old waistcoat, 
 and in one of the pockets was a match. He lighted 
 the gas. Fortunate that they had not shut it off. He put 
 on the hunting suit and sat down to rest. There was 
 everything undisturbed: his books covered with dust, his 
 papers just as had left them. He heard a church bell. 
 He knew the tone —the largest church in town; Hart- 
 ley’s church. His room was in a large building not far 
 away, and he was acquainted with many of the tenants, 
 among them a gossipping music teacher, but what differ- 
 ence could it nfake now if she should meet him in the hall- 
 way? ‘To-morrow he must begin the answering of ques- 
 tions about his travels in Europe. The music teacher 
 would want to know all about Italy; Hartley would 
 demand an account of his visit to Westminster Abbey, 
 and reporters might interview him upon the prospect of a 
 war on the continent. In the street he escaped recogni- 
 tion; he climbed the stairs, walked down the hall. A 
 door opened; the music teacher came out. ‘‘ Well, I 
 declare, if this ain’t Mr. Bryce. Why, how do you do? 
 
218 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 I am so glad to see you. And you have been gone away 
 so long, haven’t you? And I understand that you didn’t 
 write toa single soul. It was awfully mean of you not 
 to let us know how you were enjoying yourself. Do 
 come in. Mommer is here and would like so much to 
 hear about your trip. Did you go to the Holy Land? 
 
 Oh, you must tell mommer all about that. And you must 
 
 have stood on the Mount of Olives. And did you see any 
 olives? Please do comein. Well, won’t you take break- 
 fast with us in the morning? Why, you know mommier. 
 Don’t you remember how badly she had rheumatism ? 
 She is nearly well; and what do you think of that? Do 
 you remember my bird? What do you think, a cat killed 
 it. I just had to sit down andcry. Oh, how you have 
 lost flesh. But I suppose that travel is awfully wearing.”’ 
 
 At last he was in his room, with his door locked against 
 the prattle of that woman. How different¢rom the bright 
 talk of Alma, of Rachel, of either of the Wives. 
 
 Bryce lighted his long German pipe and stretched him- 
 self upon the sofa. There were the portraits of his mother 
 and his sister looking down upon him. He got up and 
 turned out the light, but in the darkness came pictures 
 that the light did not reveal. Again he lighted the gas. 
 He dozed off to sleep. A tap on the door aroused him. 
 He opened the door and Hartley stood there. He grabbed 
 Bryce by the shoulders and shook him. ‘‘Oh, my dear 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 219 
 
 boy,’’ he cried, ‘‘ you can’t sneak home without my find- 
 ing it out. There are music teachers in this neighborhood 
 you know. But what is the matter with you, Howard? 
 You don’t look well. Here, let us sit down.” 
 
 Bryce sat upon the sofa and motioned Hartley to- 
 take a rocking chair. ‘‘ My dear Hartley I don’t look 
 well for the reason that I have on this suit of clothes. 
 Got here all tired out and put it on at the prompting of a 
 senseless whim, you know. How are you getting along? 
 Tell me about yourself; tell me everything. Who is 
 dead? Who is going to die, and worse, who is married?”’ 
 
 Hartley rocked himself, laughing. ‘‘ You come back 
 the same old Howard. I don’t remember how many 
 people have died since you left, I don’t know how many 
 are likely to die, but I know that I am married, and that 
 instead of being worse than death, my wife is the blessing 
 of my life. -But let us not enter into a discussion. ‘Tell 
 me about your trip. No, not now, you are too tired for 
 that. Wewill get down to it after awhile. I simply ran 
 in to see you, to assure myself that you were well. 
 Church was just out when I met the music teacher and she 
 tolel me that you had returned.” 
 
 ‘‘But don’t go, Hartley. Please sit down; I don’t 
 want you to go. I find rest in your mere presence, an 
 undeserved consolation in your voice. Don’t leave 
 
 mesyet.’* 
 
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 220 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. © 
 
 ‘““My dear Howard, something is troubling you. 
 What is it?”’ 
 
 ‘‘No, nothing is troubling me. I had fever in Italy 
 and I am not well.’’ 
 
 But it wasn’t a brain fever, was it, Howard?” 
 
 ‘“What the devil—excuse me, my dear Hartley, but 
 what put that into your head? No, it was just a malaria] 
 fever, and it has left we weak and irritable, but when I am 
 strong again I am going to make an effort to be some- 
 body. I shall read no more idle books; I am going to 
 study. From where you sit can you see that my hair is 
 turning gray?’’ 
 
 ‘“No, Howard. Is it turning gray?”’ 
 
 ‘Yes, come closer.” 
 
 The preacher moved his chair nearer the sofa. ‘‘ Oh, 
 I can see a few gray hairs, but that makes no difference. 
 Gray hair is no sign of weakness. Our bishop has white 
 hair and he is almost as strong as a lion.”’ 
 
 ‘* Yes, I came down on the boat with him—I mean that 
 I was on a steamboat excursion with him some time ago, 
 and I noticed then that his hair was white. Then you 
 don’t think that gray hairs on my head isa sign that I 
 am going as Swift did, rotting at the top?” 
 
 “My dear boy, you are not well yet and I think you 
 need a doctor.”’ . 
 
 ‘“No, all I need is a little rest. But I can’t afford to 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 291 
 
 rest long. I haveno money and I have noincome. I am 
 tottering here on the experimental age of the present. 
 Why should the past be so clear and the future so dark? 
 Gibbon turned and the past was under his glance. He 
 could look back almost into the sunrise of Roman civili- 
 zation, but looking forward, he could not see as far as his 
 eye lashes.” He was silent, staring with expressionless 
 eye at the nothing in the air, and after a time he added: 
 ““T owe Bentley a small debt and Iam going to sella part 
 ‘of my library to raise money enough to pay him.”’ 
 
 **He won’t demand that, Howard.” 
 
 ‘*But honor demands it, Hartley. Yes, Iam going to 
 rest and then I shall strive to make of myself what you 
 desire to see me. ” 
 
 ‘“You ought to marry some good woman, Howard.’’ 
 
 ‘No, don’t talk about marriage. My love is dead—I 
 mean that I don’t think I could love any one. I know all 
 about beauty, innocence, tenderness; I know as much 
 about women as anybody, and I would rather be in hell 
 than to marry a woman I could not love aside from—I 
 was going to say passion, but I'll let that pass. Ican 
 argue that marriage is a stupendous failure or that it isa 
 quiet blessing.’’ 
 
 ‘* Howard, to hear you talk one might take you to be 
 an old man.”’ 
 
 ‘* Yes, and having my experience one might think that 
 
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 The preacher, slowly rocking himself, smiled upon. his 
 friend and Bryce, looking at him, saw the light of an 
 unselfish heart. ‘‘ Howard, gratitude, and not egotism, 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. aba 
 
 prompts me to say that I hopeso. But you will not be 
 following me, but walking with me—for I shall walk 
 but slowly — you will pass me. I once heard a man say 
 that he was so happy that he was afraid that some evil 
 might come upon him. And I thought that he must 
 have done some evil, that he felt that his happiness was 
 stolen, that sooner or later it would be demanded of him. 
 But don’t you want to go to bed? You must be tired.”’ 
 
 “No, don’t go away. Move your chair just a little 
 closer. That’s it.’”’ He stretched himself upon the sofa, 
 took Hartley’s hand and held it. He lay there with his 
 eyes closed and, now that the light of his countenance 
 was gone, the preacher marveled at the haggardness of 
 his face. What could be the cause of his trouble? Why 
 had he gone to Europe, and why should he return so 
 wretched of body, so disturbed in mind? He thought of 
 the time, years ago, when Bryce had helped him, when 
 his nimble wit at play had thrown light upon the 
 darkness of a dead tongue. Then he had felt proud of 
 him, now he could but look upon him with pity. 
 
 Bryce fell asleep, still holding the preacher’s hand. His 
 grasp was feverish, and when Hartley gently released 
 himself, the sleeping man’s fingers nervously clutched at 
 him: He spread a rug over him and softly he tip-toed 
 to the door. He looked back, gazed a moment, sadly 
 shook his head, stepped out, and closed the door. 
 
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 CHAPTER XVIFE 
 
 There passed many a weary day and threatening night; ~ 
 a month dragged by and still Bryce was not able to leave 
 his room. ‘The leading physician of the city had been in 
 constant attendance upon him and had held consultations 
 with other doctors ; and the patient’s condition had been 
 pronounced hopeless ; once they had thought that he was 
 dead. In his delriuim he lived through an age of anguish, 
 raved until it was feared he would die in a convulsion. 
 At night, people passing along the street heard his fright- 
 ening cries. _When reason returned, feebly feeling 
 its way back to him, he recognized Hartley, and 
 sniffed the scent of flowers that had been placed on a table 
 near him. And instantly he thought of something that 
 old man Boyle had said: ‘‘The devil deadens our senses 
 with a sweet perfume that he may better steal the soul.”’ 
 A fear that in his delerium he might have raved over 
 Bolga seized upon him and shook him until again he was 
 almost unconscious, but when he asked a question, Hart- 
 ley held up his head and said: ‘‘ Not a word, my dear 
 boy. You are all right now but you must nottalk. Just 
 be patient a little longer.”’ 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 225 
 
 Slowly he regained his strength, but the days were so 
 weary and the nights were almost endless; but to learn 
 that his wild words had meant nothing was a great relief 
 to him. One day when he was able to walk about the 
 room, Hartley brought the bishop to see him. ‘‘ Do you 
 think, sir, that I may rot at the top?”’ Bryce asked be- 
 fore he knew what he was saying. ‘The bishop looked 
 in astonishment at him. 
 
 ‘““Why, my dear young man, what put that idea into 
 your head ?’’ 
 
 **T don’t know, sir, unless it was that I dreamed of 
 you saying that Swift rotted at the top.” 
 
 “‘It is not a very elegant expression,’’ the bishop re- 
 
 | plied, laughing, ‘‘but I have said so. Strange, though, 
 
 that you should have dreamed it. But there is no ac- 
 counting for our thoughts at waking hours, then why 
 should we marvel at the vagaries of a dream? Do you 
 remember sitting on my knee when you were a boy?” 
 
 *“Yes ; you wore a large silver watch that shut with a 
 loud snap, and I remember ,hearing you say, ‘what can 
 aman give in exchange for his soul?’ and I wondered 
 if men were going about trying to exchange something 
 for their souls.’’ 
 
 ‘Ves, you do recall me. Your sister was older than 
 you. lJIremember her ; no one could forget her face. But 
 there, I am sorry I spoke of her. Well, you are getting 
 
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 226 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 along nicely, Brother Hartley tells me. Yes, and it will 
 not be long until you will be about again. And when 
 you are yourself, when you can reason and weigh evi- 
 dence, why not think about our church? Pardon me, 
 but you have lacked proper direction, and nothing so 
 directs a man as the true church of the living God.”’ 
 
 Bryce got out of his rocking chair and walked slowly up 
 and down the room. ‘‘ Bishop, you have faith. Where 
 did you get it?”’ 
 
 ‘* It was given to me.” 
 
 ‘‘ Ah, but why hasn’t it been given also to me?”’ 
 
 ‘“My son, God has giver you the evidence and you 
 accept it not.”’ 
 
 ‘‘No, that is what I beg for; I want evidence, but there 
 is, none.” 
 
 ‘¢ Where is the bible?” 
 
 ‘‘Oh, that’s what they all say. Your faith rests upon 
 the bible; what does the bible rest upon? Faith is well 
 enough, but simple faith is the reverse of reason; faith 
 bats its eyes like an owl in the,glare of alight. But then, 
 no good can come from such an argument. I will say 
 this to you, however: I will make an effort to come into 
 your church. I should like to be a useful man, and if I 
 am a free agent, why can I not become one? But here is 
 something I can’t understand: Within a man thereis a 
 constant see-sawing of good and bad intentions. Why 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. O07 
 
 should that be? Ifthe bad within me is stronger than the 
 good, can I help it? If the good is unable to overthrow 
 the bad, is it my fault?’’ 
 
 “‘T could preach a long sermon on the text you give 
 me,’’ said the bishop, ‘‘ but I fear that it would be use- 
 less. You have given us your word that you are going 
 to try to come into our church. - That is all we ask of 
 you; we will pray for the rest. But come, we have 
 brought a carriage and are going to take you driving.”’ 
 
 Through Bryce’s mind there ran aconstant surmise; day 
 and night, awakeor sleeping, he wondered whether the men 
 of Bolga were searching for him. And what would they 
 do if they should find him? Upon the ground of fatalism 
 he rested his defense. What he had done, had to be done. 
 This was well enough, but what should be the end? Oute 
 day he went to the steamboat landing, when the May 
 Ann had come down, and asked the captain if he had 
 lately seen any of those peculiar people, the Bolgaites. 
 The captain answered that he had occasionally seen some 
 of those cranks but that he had paid no attention to them. 
 
 Bryce asked him if any of them had ever taken passage 
 
 on his boat, and he said that they had not. Bryce saw 
 the mate but the fellow did not recognize him; it was 
 evident that he, like the majority of the human family, 
 estimated a man by his garb rather than by his face, that 
 to change a man’s clothes was to make a stranger of him. 
 

 
 228 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 A political campaign opened with the coming of spring. 
 Bryce had regained his strength, and was resolved to take 
 the ‘‘stump’’ for his party. He made aspeech at a bar- 
 becue, and so completely did he catch the crowd that 
 when the state convention met he was selected as a presi- 
 dential elector. He traveled about, making speeches, but 
 went not into the mountain district. He was termed an 
 eagle orator, the man with a silver tongue. With one 
 bound he had sprung past the plodders and was leaving 
 them far behind., He had known that he could distance 
 them, and had simply waited for the time to come. Hart- 
 ley was delighted. One day he was on a train with Bryce, 
 going toward a town in the lowlands of the state. 
 ‘Howard, you are now making the people see your 
 splendid talents. You will be governor after a while ; 
 you will be sent to congress, to the senate. Perhaps after 
 all you were wise when you were resolved to wait. For 
 so young a man to shove himself forward would not have 
 looked right. But I was so eager to see you advance. I 
 was talking to Bentley yesterday, and he said that you 
 had made one of the brightest and most telling speeches 
 he had ever heard. ‘The bishop heard you day before 
 yesterday, and he told me that you were unquestionably 
 a great man; that you would make a broad mark in poli- 
 tics, but that you should be in the church preaching the 
 
 gospel.”’ 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 229 
 
 ‘“The bishop is a big man,’’ Bryce replied, ‘‘ but he is 
 not big enough to get away from his shop. I heard him 
 preach not long ago, and he strove to reason with his 
 people. That is a mistake. With reason you catch a 
 reasoner here and there, but the people are caught by 
 entertainment, by word-flights, by jolts, by unexpected 
 utterances. Reason with the average man and you lead 
 him to surmise what you are going to say, and then he 
 loses respect for your intelligence. But pour out words 
 upon him, dazzle him with pictures, and he thinks that 
 he sees an inspiration. ” | 
 
 Bryce had no money when the campaign closed, but 
 clientscameto him. His flatterers came back, and women 
 smiled upon him. One day the bishop visited him at his 
 office. He called him Howard. ‘‘I have seen you in 
 church a number of times,’’ said he, ‘‘and I have won- 
 dered if you were earnestly trying to get into the fold, 
 striving to make up your mind. Is it true?” 
 
 ‘‘T have thought something about it, but my mind is 
 not made up.” ‘The bishop moved in his chair as though 
 he were impatient. ‘‘Itis your fault,’ he said. ‘‘I saw 
 you in the congregation, and I reasoned especially for 
 you ; I presented truths which you cannot deny ; and now 
 that you have made your influence so deeply felt, more 
 than ever is it your duty to become one of us, to lead 
 others by your example. You may not think that you 
 
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 are to be held accountable for the frailties of other 
 people, but you are. You are conscious of your strength, 
 and yet you refuse to wield it. Andon the day of judg- 
 ment that neglect will be looked upon as a crime.” 
 
 ‘“Do you mean to tell me that I shall be punished 
 simply because I cannot become a hypocrite? I cannot 
 join your church because I cannot accept your doctrine. 
 And you may say that I ought to accept it. But suppose 
 I have no faith, what then? Bishop, there are in this 
 world hundreds of religions that are just as plausible as 
 yours, and their devotees wonder why all men do not ac- 
 cept them. You believe in a literal hell; I cannot. But 
 I will admit that there have been times when I believed 
 in a personal devil, but I was weak and frightened.” 
 
 ‘‘ And may you not be weak and frightened when your 
 time comes to die?”’ 
 
 ‘‘Ves, that’s true,” Bryce admitted, and nervously he 
 fumbled a pen that lay on the table. Why could he not 
 be permitted to forget? He wondered if there might not 
 be a future punishment. Strength told him no, but weak- 
 ness told him yes. He wished that Hartley and the bishop 
 would leave him alone. It flashed upon him that he was 
 not safe, that old man Boyle might at any moment step 
 into his office and assassinate him. ‘The bishop noticed the 
 effect that his words had taken and he repeated them. 
 ‘When do we need the most moral strength? At the 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. vod 
 
 time when death shall come. ‘To this question there 
 may be an uncertain side, but there is another side and 
 it is absolutely safe.’’ 
 
 ‘And you would have me join your church to escape 
 punishment. That would be cowardice, a palpable trick.” 
 
 ‘Well,’ said the bishop getting up to go, ‘I see that 
 you are not quite ready yet. But do the best you can 
 and I will pray for you.”’ 
 
 Yes, he was in danger; he was living too close to 
 Bolga. But he had not money enough to.go far, and no 
 matter whither he should go it would take him along time 
 toestablish a practice. But why not marry a fortune and 
 then go away? He shuddered at this but he accepted 
 the suggestion. He knew a widow, older than himself, 
 wrinkled indeed, but she had money. She would marry 
 him for his name, for the prospect of becoming the wife of 
 a governor. 
 
 He went out when the bishop was gone, and a strange 
 looking man stared at himinthestreet. The man passed 
 quickly on, but Bryce felt cold, and he thought of the 
 fancied chill, running up and down the creek at the Witch 
 Hole. 
 
CHAPTER XVIII. 
 
 Three days passed and again the strange-looking man 
 stared at Bryce in the street. This time he halted longer, 
 and turned and looked back after he had passed on. 
 Bryce cautiously followed him, kept him in view until he 
 disappeared through the entrance to a wagon yard. It 
 was evening and he walked about the neighborhood until 
 dark, and then he went to the manager of the wagon 
 yard, described the man and requested information con- 
 cerning him. The manager, a blunt fellow, said that he 
 knew nothing about him, and cared less so long as he 
 paid his bills. ‘‘ Here he comes now and can speak for 
 himself,’’ he added. Bryce turned to leave, but the man 
 called after him. ‘‘ Do you want me?” he asked. 
 
 ‘“‘T don’t know,” Bryce answered, halting, ‘‘ But per- 
 haps you can give me the information I want,’’ he added, 
 slowly approaching the man. ‘‘Some one has told me 
 that you are from the iron lands near Birmingham. I 
 have lost sight of a client of mine, and have heard that 
 he went down into that part of the country. His name is 
 Featherstone.” 
 
 ‘‘T never was in that part of the country, sir; I live 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 233 
 
 down the river. This is Mr. Bryce, ain’t it? I heard you 
 speak not long ago, and I lowed to myself that you were 
 the man when I saw you a time or two in the street.” 
 
 It was simply a frightening shadow and was gone. But 
 how long was this dread to last? Must he continue to 
 shy like a horse, constantly look for something to scare 
 him? ‘The fault lay with his nerves; he was smoking too 
 much; he would give up tobacco. A week passed, his 
 nerves were worse; again he had been frightened. He 
 went to his room and lighted hisGerman pipe. ‘Tobacco, 
 beneficent plant, soothed his mind and sent off his 
 thoughts in an easy flow. He had been foolish. He was 
 in no danger. ‘Those bigots might rave among them- 
 selves, but they were afraid of the light of a city. They 
 dared not molest hit: to murder him would bring ruin- 
 upon them; an appeal to the law would expose their creed. 
 Yes, he was safe; he would not marry that wrinkled 
 woman. But would not oid Boyle hire a wretch to stab 
 him? His pipe was out and his fears had returned. He 
 filled it and lighted it, but the fears remained. 
 
 During the day when he was in court, powerful before 
 a jury, he stood in strong defiance, bu. alone in his office 
 or in his room, he was a coward. One evening while he 
 was in a nervous meditation, he heard Hartley’s foot-steps 
 in the hall. He unlocked the door and cried, ‘‘ Come in; 
 you don’t know how glad I am to see you. Take that arm 
 
234 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 chair. How are you, anyway? What, wearing gloves? 
 Is that carrying out the doctrine of humility?” 
 
 Hartley laughed, ‘‘It is my wife’s whim,” he replied. 
 ‘‘She says that as Iam the pastor of a fashionable con- 
 gregation, to dress becomingly is one of my duties. And 
 I agree with her; but mark me, if I find that gloves give 
 offence to my fellow man, I will take them off and cast 
 them from me. Howard, you are making a great name.”’ 
 
 ‘“Welk, I am not sliding backward, at any rate. By 
 the way, you have often advised me to marry some good 
 woman. Well, that is exactly what I am going to do.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Good! Now you are in the right direction. May I 
 ask the name of the lady?” 
 
 ‘The Widow Buckney.’’ 
 
 ‘‘ What! You don’t mean it?” 
 
 ‘“Yes, I do; we are engaged.’’ 
 
 ‘‘ Why, she is much older than you.’ 
 
 ‘« That’s true.” 
 
 ‘* But do you love her?’’ 
 
 ‘‘QOh, that’s another question. But to be frank, I do 
 not love her. She is wrinkled, and a man may venerate 
 a wrinkle but he can’t love it. However, there is one 
 charm about her: she has money.’’ 
 
 ‘Howard, you grieve me. Why should you marry her 
 for money when you will soon have plenty of your own? 
 Don’t marry her. You cannot afford it.” 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 235 
 
 ‘“But, my dear fellow, I have given her my word and 
 there stands honor, commanding me. I carp upon points 
 of honor. I suppose that I am the most honorable wretch 
 that ever lived. Yes, sir, I shall take that withered lady 
 to my heart and softly whisper, ‘my own, you are very 
 dear tome. Give me your money.’ ”’ 
 
 The preacher took off his gloves and threw them into 
 the grate. ‘‘ What’s that for?” Bryce asked. 
 
 ‘They have given me offence by causing you to be 
 flippant with me. You saw in them an evidence of world- 
 liness, and you thought to be more worldly than I. 
 Howard, I don’t know what to say. I thought that I was 
 getting at a complete understanding of you, but you have 
 thrown me farther off than ever. Do you know that 
 woman well? Have you heard that her character is not 
 good?”’ 
 
 _ “Why should I have heard such a thing, Hartley? I 
 don’t belong to the church. So her character is not good. 
 But has any aspersion been cast upon her money? I care 
 nothing for her name in society. In strictest confidence, 
 let me tell you something. I am going to marry her and 
 leave here. I am going, well, say to Australia. And she 
 is simply the ship that is to take me over.”’ 
 
 ‘‘ Howard, what in the world could have prompted such 
 a move?”’ 
 
 ‘‘ Nothing in the world, but something out of it,’’ 
 
236 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 For along time they sat in silence. The preacher arose 
 to go. ‘‘I must bid you good-bye,’’ he said. 
 
 ‘Going out of town. Hartley?’’ 
 
 ‘“No, but I must 
 bid you good-bye, for 
 when I meet you 
 again I shall not 
 know you. Listen to 
 me. I have been de- 
 voted to you. When 
 others have spoken 
 against you, I have 
 stood in your defense. 
 There was something 
 about you that I could 
 not understand, but I i 
 believed that your 
 heart was right. But 
 now I know that your 
 heart is black. You 
 are a scoundrel.” 
 
 
 
 
 
 Bryce sprang to his 
 feet. ‘‘ By God, you shan’t talk to me this way!’ 
 
 ‘‘ Be quiet!” the preacher commanded with a motion of 
 his hand. ‘‘I amin your own house, but I stand here 
 to tell you the truth. You area scoundrel!”’ 
 

 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 237 
 
 Bryce pointed toward the door. The preacher bowed 
 and withdrew. Bryce ran to the door. ‘‘ Come back, 
 Hartley !” ‘he cried. ‘‘Yes, I am a scoundrel. Come 
 back and I will tell you why.’’ 
 
 The preacher did not look around, and slowly he walked 
 down the stairs. 
 
 Bryce sat down to think. He lighted his pipe, but it 
 went out. ‘The loss of that man’s friendship wrung him. 
 But he must not lose it. He would write to him, beg for 
 forgiveness. He grabbed up a pen and covered sheet 
 after sheet, but tore them to pieces. Evening came ; the 
 church bells rang for prayer meeting. He listened to the 
 bell of Hartley’s church. ‘‘Scoun-scoundrel !’’ it said; 
 “scoun-scoundrel !”’ 
 
 He would go to prayer meeting. He went, and took a 
 seat far in front, among the old men and old women who 
 had come to beg of God to bless their fading lives. 
 Hartley looked not at Bryce, and when the services were 
 ended he walked past him without speaking. Bryce 
 returned home angry, resentful. He would send Hartley 
 a letter to sting him as with a thousand nettles. ‘‘ Most 
 righteous one,’’ he began, ‘‘ when were you appointed to 
 bring men to judgment? I thought that you were a 
 streng and unselfish man, but you have shown me that 
 you have the petulance of a vanity-stricken clown, and 
 the weakness of a fool. You called me a scoundrel and I 
 
238 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 begged of you to forgive me, to forgive me for being the 
 scoundrel that you had called me. You heeded me not. 
 I went to your church to pray with you, and you treated 
 me with contempt. And yet you knelt there and prayed 
 to Him who died that men might be forgiven. I may be 
 a scoundrel, but Iam nota bigot.’’ He tore the paper 
 to pieces. ‘‘It would be foolish to send it to him,’’ he 
 said. ‘‘Why should I care? I can get along without 
 his friendship. He has never benefited me. ‘There was 
 simply a sentiment between us, and a puff of wind has 
 blown it away.”’ 
 
 At early morning he went to his office and was writing 
 when some one spoke his name. He looked up ; Hartley 
 stood in the door. ‘‘ Howard, may I come in?” 
 
 ‘Yes, sit down.” 
 
 ‘*Not until you say that you forgive me.’’ 
 
 ‘You have committed no offence and are in no need of 
 forgiveness. You were there to tell truth and you told it.” 
 
 ‘* Howard, don’t bring back my thoughtless words and 
 sting me with them.’’ 
 
 He sat down and a silence in which there was embar- 
 rassment fell between them. ‘‘Last night I could not 
 sleep for thinking of you,’’ the preacher said. ‘‘I could 
 see your sad face appealing to me and I was wretched. 
 I came down town and stood at your door, but i was 
 afraid to knock lest in your just resentment you might 
 
HES WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 239 
 
 turn upon me; and so I went home again, but I could 
 not sleep.”’ 
 
 With his old air of affection Bryce got up and put 
 his hand on Hartley’s shoulder. aay My dear fellow, don’t 
 think about it. I said enough to provoke you and I beg 
 your pardon ; you must not beg mine.’’ 
 
 ** Howard, you have a noble heart.”’ 
 
 Bryce smiled: ‘‘ There is but one noble trait about 
 me’’ he said, ‘‘and that is my friendship for you.’’ 
 
 “You must not talk that way,’’ the preacher replied, 
 ‘“‘you make me ashamed of myself. Now let me set myself 
 aright. I have heard idle talk about that widow, but as 
 to whether or not her character is bad I cannot say. It 
 was contemptible of me to speak of her as I did.”’ 
 
 ‘“Don’t let it worry you, my dear boy; put it out of 
 your mind. I will investigate her character and if it is 
 not straight, I will not marry her. When I engaged 
 myself to her it was of course with the implied under- 
 standing that she was allright. I can’t afford to let 
 her soil my name.” 
 
 _**No, for yours is an honorable name, Howard.’’ And 
 after a moment’s silence he added: ‘‘ Can you take din- 
 ner with us to-morrow ?”’ | 
 
 *‘T’m afraid not. I may be called out of town.” 
 
 ‘*T have a number of times asked you to my house and 
 
240 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 you have always declined. Is it because you don’t care 
 to meet my wife?”’ 
 
 ‘“It might be—it is. She expects too much of me and 
 I don’t wish to disappoint her.”’ 
 
 ‘“You are the most whimsical man in the world. It is 
 true that she has heard a great deal of you, but I am not 
 afraid of her being disappointed.’’ 
 
 ‘“Wait until I marry some good woman and then I 
 shall come with my wife.’’ 
 
 ‘“All right, since you enforce your own conditions, but 
 I wish you could be with us to-morrow. Well, I must 
 get back home. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”’ 
 
 ‘‘And did you come off down here without your break- 
 fast, and merely to ask me to forgive you? Had you been 
 one of the virgins, you would have been one of the fool- 
 ish. You might have known that I held no resentment 
 against you.”’ 
 
 Along toward noon a client, the representative of a 
 railway, came in and paid Bryce a large fee, and when he 
 had taken the check to a bank, he turned away, musing -; 
 ‘* Don’t think I can marry that widow. I don’t need her 
 
 money and God knows I don’t want her. But suppose’ 
 
 she sues me. I can tell her that I have found a bad flaw 
 in her name and that if she goes to court it can but result 
 
 _ badly for her. Everything is coming my way and I can’t 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 241 
 
 afford to leave here; and why should I leave? The dan- 
 ger is gone.” 
 
 When he returned to the office he found a rich client 
 waiting for him, and before evening another one came. 
 His railway case was a good advertisement. 
 
 On the following Sunday he went to Hartley’s church 
 and dropped a thousand dollars into the contribution box. 
 His generosity was discovered and was whispered about 
 the congregation, for at no place does a gift win so quick 
 a reputation as at a church. As he was going out, a 
 woman in a faded gown blocked the way. A deacon 
 frowned upon her and pleasantly smiled upon Bryce. 
 
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CHAPTER XIX. 
 
 The summer was gone, the weather was growing cold. 
 Many a day had passed since Bryce had received a scare. 
 One day he talked with a man who had just passed 
 through the village of Bolga. It wasa peculiar place, the 
 man said. He could learn nothing with regard to the 
 affairs of the people, but they appeared to be contented. 
 
 Yes, they had forgotten. Bryce and were praying for the 
 _ true Prophet to come. He would have liked to ask the 
 man if he had seen the Wives, but caution restrained him. 
 
 One evening he was busy in his office, preparing an 
 important case, when Hartley appeared at the door. 
 ‘‘Come in; I am never too busy to see you. ‘There is 
 your chair always waiting for you. Iam really glad you 
 came, for I am tired of this thing.’’ 
 
 ‘* Howard, you told me yesterday that you were about 
 ready to join my church, that you thought you had 
 experienced a change of heart.’’ 
 
 ‘Yes, I told you that, and I am now ready.’’ 
 
 ‘“’'Thank God for those words. I have prayed earnestly 
 for you, always believing that my prayer would be 
 answered, and now it is answered.”’ 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 243 
 
 **Yes, Hartley, I think it is. I believe that I have 
 experienced a change of heart. A peacefulness has come 
 to me, and I know that this isa change. I used to fear 
 that some evil were about to come upon me, but that fear 
 is gone. I have hanging there in the closet an old vest 
 that I want to burn in your presence. It is a relic of the 
 days of my wickedness, and I want you to see me destroy 
 it, but I must request you to ask no question concern- 
 
 ano it.? 
 He went to the closet, struck a match and looked in. 
 ‘‘That’s strange,’ he said. ‘‘ Now, I wonder what 
 
 became of that thing, I wonder if that office boy could 
 have taken it. I have had him but a short time and he 
 already assumes to disobey me. ‘That’s a strange thing. 
 I saw it here yesterday and was going to burn it then, 
 but thought that I would wait until I could have you 
 with me; wanted to make a sort of ceremony of it. Well,’’ 
 
 he added, resuming his seat, ‘‘if that boy has taken it 
 
 away I will make him bring it back. Hartley, you 
 remember that widow?” 
 
 ‘Ves: are you going to marry her?’’ 
 
 ‘*No; she’s crooked. Oh, she was rather dramatic 
 when I broke the engagement, but I put the case very 
 plainly to her, gave her to understand that a fight in court 
 would ruin her, and she was angry when I left her, but 
 was wise enough to know that silence was her best course. 
 
244 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 But I am going to marry. Are you acquainted with 
 Miss Laura Neil ?”’ 
 
 ‘Yes, and she is a charming 
 girl.’’ 
 
 ““We are engaged. I don’t 
 think that she is devoted to me, 
 but we have found that we are 
 companions and that is all I can 
 
 
 
 ask. ‘There was atime when I 
 should have insisted upon abso- 
 lute love, but that time is forever 
 
 
 
 
 
 dead. I once loved awoman, and 
 how deeply I did not know until 
 
 
 
 she was beyond my reach. She 
 thought that she was my wife.” 
 ‘Thought so? Why, what do 
 you thean?”’ 
 ‘‘ Hartley, if Miss Neil knew 
 my life, she would die rather than 
 
 
 
 marry me. Ihave turned my 
 
 
 
 
 
 back upon an awful sin, and I 
 pray God to blot it from my 
 : He took 
 off his coat and rolled up his 
 
 
 
 memory. Look here.” 
 
 shirt sleeve. ‘‘See these pictures, see those names? 
 
 There is the story of a crime darker—what are you doing 
 
 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 245 
 
 there?’ The office boy was peeping in at the door. 
 ‘‘ Say, there, did you take an old vest out of that closet?” 
 er SIT. 
 
 *“Well, I don’t think I want you any longer. Come 
 round to-morrow morning and I’ll pay you off. Go on now.”’ 
 
 He rolled down his sleeve. ‘‘SometimelI will tell you 
 all about it, Hartley.’ 
 
 ‘‘And I can wait patiently, Howard, for I know that 
 you have shown me the mark of an indiscretion rather 
 than the record of a crime.”’ 
 
 Bryce went to the door, which the boy had left partly 
 
 open. ‘‘ Why, the ground is covered with snow,’’ he 
 ' said. ‘‘ Winter is here sure enough. I’ll put on some 
 more coal.”’ 
 
 *“Not on my account,’’ Hartley remarked, ‘‘ for I am 
 going now.”’ . 
 
 ‘“Wait a little longer,’’ Bryce replied, turning from the 
 door and taking up the coal scuttle. ‘‘ That boy hasn’t 
 left any coal,” he added. ‘‘ Wait until I step back and 
 get some.’’ He went out and when he returned with the 
 coal he said: ‘‘’The wind comes sweeping down the 
 river. I remember that when I was a boy, and with the 
 odd fancies of a boy, I once stood in winter at the wharf, 
 startled at the thought that the cold wind was the passing 
 breath of men killed in battle. What are you smiling at, 
 
 "Hartley? Is the idea humorous?” 
 
246 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘Oh, I wasn’t thinking of your cold wind fancy, but 
 of your attempt to make yourself out a mysterious crimi- 
 nal. Why, no man could be more generous than you 
 and IJ am sure that no man is more honorable.”’ 
 
 Having mended the fire, Bryce resumed his seat. ‘‘Gen- 
 erosity,’’ said he, ‘‘ is but an impressive carelessness ; we 
 possess something, we care nothing for it, being too much 
 like an animal to estimate it properly, and we give it away. 
 And honor is a sort of pretense which a man must keep 
 up among men, but which he may drop among 
 woimen.’’ 
 
 ‘“You are getting into one of your moods,” the preacher 
 replied. ‘‘I thought that you had put aside all cynicism. 
 You know that aman, honorable toward man, is honorable 
 toward woman.” 
 
 ‘“My dear fellow, I know nothing of the sort. Don’t 
 honorable men steal from women?” | 
 
 ‘*'No, damnable men do.’’ 
 
 ‘Oh, but among men they are honorable. Boys are 
 taught to be honorable and girls are taught to be virtuous. 
 And the boy can be honorable without being virtuous. 
 So therein lies the social story of this life. But don’t 
 look at me that way.” 
 
 ‘“VYou said that you were ready to join my church, 
 that you had experienced a new birth, a change of heart.” 
 
 ‘‘Ves, that’s true enough; but the new life has not* 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 247 
 
 robbed me of a proper estimate of the old. But we’ll 
 ‘let it go. How is your boy?” 
 
 “Delightful ! Why don’t you come out and see him ?” 
 
 “Twill; I will come with my wife, Must you go? 
 Oh, I forgot that you must preach to-morrow.”’ 
 
 The preacher stood at the door, holding Bryce’s 
 hand. ‘‘ Do not cease to pray,’’ he said. 
 
 ‘‘ For myself?” Bryce asked, laughing. 
 
 AES...” 
 
 ‘* But that would be selfishness. Let me pray for your 
 boy, and boys that are snugged by their mothers away up 
 the river in the mountains where the cold wind gathers 
 its force. I must still have my quiet fun with you,’’ he 
 laughed. ‘‘ Good night.”’ 
 
 Bryce sat down and again took up his lawcase. He 
 reminded himself of a boy striving to untangle a fishing 
 line; there were kinks here and kinks there, and when one 
 was straightened, another was made. He looked at his 
 watch; half past eleven. He put away his papers; he 
 would not work so near the edge of Sunday; he was going 
 to be religious. He sat there, smoking, musing. ‘The 
 new year was not far off. The influence of its new hopes 
 could be felt; its whisperings were in the air, in the snow 
 that was drifting. He remembered a new year when he 
 had been weak and nervous, afraid of strange-looking 
 men, of shadows; now he was strong, saw no shadows, 
 
248 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 could smile at a substance. Midnight was striking; the 
 
 hour was passed on from one bell to another, up the river, 
 
 down the river... He put out the gas and stood at the 
 door, looking back. The fire was blazing and shadows 
 were dancing, on the ceiling, on the green table, among 
 his law books. He locked the door, tried it to see if it 
 were secure, and turned down the street toward his room. 
 Snow was falling fast. A carriage glided by, noiseless, a 
 black phantom. Just as he had passed an alley, some 
 one spoke his name and stepped in front of him— 
 his office boy. He asked the boy what he wanted. 
 He said that he would like to ask him a question. 
 ‘‘ Well.’’ But he did not ask it; he stood there, shifting 
 about. Bryce thought that he heard a muffled step. 
 He turned, something struck him and felled him to the 
 
 ground. se? sie a syeh Gena Meine 
 
 Hours must have passed. He could not gather his 
 thoughts; he was sensible of but two things, that he was 
 numb from head to foot and that he was moving along. 
 He strove to cry out, but could not; he was bound and 
 gagged. Gradually his senses came back to him. He was 
 lying on his back with a blanket thrown over him. He 
 raised up; the snow spat in his face. A dog barked; he 
 heard the loud creak of a corn crib door—he knew that a 
 farmer was feeding his stock, that it was day. The road 
 grew rougher and the wagon jolted. Daylight came. “Got 
 
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 a dead man in there?’’ some one asked, riding along by 
 the side of the wagon. 
 
 *“No,’’ a voice answered. ‘‘ We are taking a horse 
 thief back to the mountains.’’ 
 
 ‘“Good, and I hope you will treat him all right when 
 you get him there. Country’s getting pretty thick with 
 them lately. Manin my neighborhood had a fine horse 
 stolen night before last, and I shouldn’t wonder but this 
 is the very chap. Suppose you drive by with me.” 
 
 “We know that this is not the man. He fled straight 
 from the mountains, and we followed so close that he had 
 no time to turn aside to steal another horse.” 
 
 ‘“ What have you got that stick in his mouth for ?”’ 
 
 “To keep him from blaspheming the name of the 
 dora.” 
 
 **You ought to stop right here and hang him. How 
 far have you got to go?’’ 
 
 ‘* A very long distance. So you turn off here? Good 
 morning. ”’ 
 
 Bryce, raising up, saw two men on a seat in front of 
 him, and just behind them in the bottom of the wagon a 
 boy was asleep on the straw. On Bryce’s breast lay 
 something that was not a part of the blanket — it was the 
 waistcoat- that had hung in his closet. He strove to 
 sit up, but, stiffened and numb, it was some time 
 before he succeeded. ‘The country was growing wilder, 
 
250 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 and it was evident that they were taking the loneliest 
 way. 
 
 One of the men looked around. ‘‘ Ha! our patient is 
 sitting up. But we must warn him not to exert himself. 
 Mister — we don’t know your other name—TI will take 
 that thing out of your mouth, for it is not our instruc- 
 tions nor our desire to visit petty punishments upon you, 
 but I must warn you that if you cry out or talk to any 
 one whom we may chance to meet, that I shall be com- 
 pelled to cut your throat.” 
 
 Bryce nodded and the man came back and took away 
 the gag. ‘‘I will keep you company,” he said. ‘‘ Turn 
 to the right there, Brother Furgerson. Mister, it has 
 been a long time since you left us, two years or more.” 
 
 ‘“Mr. Hallett, I remember you, and I must beg of you 
 not to twit me. ‘To torture a fellow creature is not the 
 province of a godly man.’’ 
 
 ‘‘ Mister, that is true, nor shall I attempt it. We were 
 not instructed by the Council to torture you. You will 
 notice that we have cut our hair. And I wish to tell you 
 that it was a dispensation of the Council. It was our 
 religious duty not to attract attention. Ah, I have looked 
 jong and wearily for you. When you first left us we 
 knew not which way to turn. It was remembered that 
 you had said that you were from Devonshire, England. 
 We were simple, and I was sent thither. Yes, we sold 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 251 
 
 all our linen to get money enough for the journey. I trod 
 on many an acre of that country, and returned weary and 
 discouraged. Then we sent men to different towns in this 
 state. One of them heard you make a great speech. He 
 was almost certain that you were the man, but we were 
 instructed to be absolute in our knowledge of you, to see 
 those pictures on your arms. ‘The time was long but it 
 came. Our little son went to your office to serve you. 
 But you are a wise man; you know it all.”’ 
 
 ‘“Ves, and I know another thing, Mr. Hallett ; I know 
 that my disappearance will cause a great sensation.” 
 
 ‘“Yes, it did cause one, something more than two years 
 ago.” 
 
 ‘* And it will result in the breaking up of your com- 
 munity, Mr. Hallett.” 
 
 ‘“Mister, you area lawyer. Did you ever know a man 
 to be punished for killing the destroyer of his home? A 
 daughter is ruined ; the law that is not written justifies 
 the vengeance of the father. You cannot threaten us 
 into mercy, and I advise you to employ some other force.” 
 
 The man on the wagon seat did not look round. The 
 boy was still asleep. ‘‘I am willing to be tried by the 
 written law,’’ Bryce replied. 
 
 ‘‘ Mister, it is kind of you to be so pliant, but we are 
 asking no concession.”’ 
 
 ‘Will you please untie my hands?” 
 
252 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘Mercy might yield, but justice says no, and justice 
 should be stronger than mercy.’’ 
 
 ‘*T don’t suppose that I have a right to ask for any- 
 thing.” 
 
 ‘‘ No, you should not even ask God to forgive you. 
 That would be a mockery, and to mock God is to run 
 toward eternal punishment.’’ 
 
 ‘* Of all the beings that ever lived, I am the most mis- 
 erable,” Bryce groaned. ‘‘I am the most inhuman of all 
 wretches ; I am beyond forgiveness.”’ 
 
 ‘“ That is for the Council to determine.” 
 
 This gave Bryce ahope. It was for the Council to 
 determine, and had he not seen that Council ecstatic 
 under the influence of his words? He would plead with 
 them, tell them that the devil had tempted him out of 
 hatred of the chosen people, that he had fallen and that 
 he implored them not indeed to spare his life, but to inter- 
 cede for his soul. ‘This would prove to them that he still 
 believed in their faith, and scorning to plead simply for 
 his life would stimulate a respect for him. He lay down 
 again and strove to picture the newspaper head lines an- 
 nouncing his mysterious disappearance. Reporters would 
 interview Hartley and sentimentalities would be gushed 
 over Miss Neil. Detectives would be sent out, but would 
 they think of going to Bolga? And suppose they did; 
 might it not be toolate? ‘The chosen people would dare 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 2a 
 
 to kill him, for enraged fanaticism looks upon blood as a 
 sweet cordial; but could they resist his pleading? ‘They 
 could not. Again he sat up and looked about him. No 
 fences, no houses within sight. 
 
 *““How far are we from the city, Mr. Hallett?” he 
 asked. 
 
 ““Our company lengthens or shortens a distance,’’ he 
 answered. 
 
 ‘‘T thought that you were not going to twit me.” 
 
 ‘Pardon me. I don’t know how far we are.”’ 
 
 ‘“ How long will it take us to reach Bolga?”’ 
 
 ‘“We should be there by the end of the fourth day.’’ 
 
 ‘*So long as that?’ 
 
 ‘“Your impatience to reach the village is peculiar.”’ 
 
 ‘“‘And a desire to remain here, tied hand and foot, 
 would be more peculiar. Tell me about Benjamin.” 
 
 He looked away as he said this; he was afraid to hear. 
 
 ‘‘Benjamin,” said Hallett, ‘‘is well, and he often 
 speaks of you.”’ 
 
 ‘* No doubt. But was he badly hurt?’’ 
 
 ““Ves, and we thought that he should die. His coun- 
 tenance is much changed.’’ 
 
 ‘‘It has grown graver, I suppose.” 
 
 ‘«'There is a scar on his forehead,’”’ Hallett replied. 
 
 ‘¢ What time that night did they find him?’’ 
 
 “They found him not at night, but at morning.” 
 
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 ‘‘Wasn’t the alarm given that night?” 
 
 ‘We knew nothing until morning.” 
 
 ‘‘Didn’t Alma go to her father’s house?” 
 
 ‘‘She went to the house of the Prophet, to her own 
 room, to weep there. The other wives heard her and 
 sought to comfort her, but she begged of them to go 
 away, and they left her alone, but she came out and 
 started toward the woods, and they stopped her and 
 thinking that she had been bereft of her reason, they 
 worked with her until morning. Then some one told the 
 Councilman Boyle, and when he came she told him 4ll 
 about you.’’ | 
 
 ‘‘Mr. Hallett, I wish I had died that night.” 
 
 ‘* Mister, I wish you had died ere you were born.” 
 
 ‘“Let me tell you, Mr. Hallett, that the devil tempted 
 me 
 
 ‘To do what? ‘To come among us or to go away?” 
 
 ‘To go away. He was afraid of the Saviour of man- 
 kind.” 
 
 Hallett touched Bryce’s neck and then touched the 
 handle of a knife. ‘‘I cannot control your thoughts,”’ 
 said he, ‘‘ but there are words that you must not utter.” 
 
 ‘‘ Pardon me if I have wounded you.’’ 
 
 ‘Vou have not wounded me; you offend God, and if I 
 do not cut your throat when you next offend Him, I shall 
 offend Him also. Turn to the left, Brother Furgerson, 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 255 
 
 and let us stop at the creek where we may get water for 
 breakfast.” 
 
 The boy awoke, but without looking at Bryce, climbed 
 upon the seat with the man and rode on in silence. 
 
 ‘‘Ts that your son?” Bryce asked. 
 
 ‘‘No, the son of Councilman Blake.”’ 
 
 ‘* And I used to teach him at school. I ought to have 
 known him.” 
 
 ‘«'We made him look older with the sap stewed out of 
 roots. You taught him well; he is a smart boy.”’ 
 
 The road was rough and they bumped along in silence. 
 Snow had ceased to fall; the air was warmer and seemed 
 to be coming up the river, but the clouds were still dark. 
 They halted at the creek, a wild looking place, and Fur- 
 gerson got out to water the horses. 
 
 *‘T will untie your hands and let you eat breakfast,” 
 
 Hallett said to Bryce. 
 , ‘*JT thank you.” 
 
 When his hands had been untied Bryce asked if he 
 might stand up, and Hallett granted him that privilege. 
 Within a few hours what a change had come upon the 
 world, Bryce thought, as he stood there, looking at the 
 hills far away. But he refused to brood over his condi- 
 tion ; he needed his strength for defense. 
 
 ‘“We are ready to go, and you have eaten nothing,” 
 Hallett remarked. ‘‘Hold out your hands; I must tie you.” 
 
256 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘T pledge you my word and honor as a gentleman that 
 I will not try to escape.”’ 
 
 ‘‘Asa what? A gentleman? But I suppose you are 
 a gentleman as the world knows one. Hold out your 
 hands. Now you are more of a gentleman,’’ he added, 
 when he had tied the rope. ‘‘ Yes, quite a harmless 
 gentleman.” 
 
 ‘“Mr. Hallett, you are sarcastic enough for a United 
 States judge.” 
 
 ‘“But too much so for a gentleman, I fear. Let me see 
 what time it is by your watch. Thank you. Brother 
 Furgerson, we are going to have rain.” 
 
 ‘“Yes, I think so,’’ Furgerson replied; ‘‘ but if we 
 push onward we may sleep in a house to-night.” 
 
 ‘‘ Will you also let me sleep in the house?’ Bryce 
 asked. » 
 
 ‘‘Oh, yes,’’ Hallett answered. ‘‘ There is one house 
 on the road wherein we may stop for the night, but only 
 ane, s 
 
 ‘*'Why only one ?’’ 
 
 ‘“ Because we may stop there, and the man of the place 
 will say nothing of having entertained us. You may 
 want to know why. And I can tell you that the man has 
 led an adventurous life ; that he is aware of our knowledge 
 of it, and would not run the risk of having the law reach 
 back after him.” 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 257 
 
 Far ahead the sky was bordered with a blacker rim, 
 and by noon they were ina sifting rain. Continuously 
 Bryce strove to fight off the sharpest sense of his trouble, 
 but in ceaseless vibration it came back to strike him. 
 Over our gravest misfortunes we do not brood with words, 
 but with pictures ; and Bryce saw the excitement that his 
 disappearance would cause, the anxiety of Hartley, the 
 distress of Miss Neil; but these were merely the dimmest of 
 etchings, the drawings of an idle moment in comparison 
 with one scene—the end of it all. If it were to be deter- 
 mined that he should die, what form of death would they 
 prescribe? He saw himself hanging from the tree at the 
 well, saw himself thrown headlong from the cliff whereon 
 he and Silvia had stood, pictured himself ina flame at 
 a stake in front of the Temple, on the spot where The 
 Age of Reason had been burned. But with a constant 
 batting of his inner eye, he strove to blur these scenes. 
 He would hoard his fancies as though they were the fibres 
 of a vital force, for when the time of his trial should 
 come, those mind essences must vivify his sorrow 
 and his humility, must move those grave old men to 
 pity. 
 
 Still wilder the country grew and in this there was to 
 Bryce a sort of hopelessness ; it destroyed the possibility 
 of rescue. But there had been no such possibility, for 
 several days must pass before his disappearance should 
 
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258 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 begin to excite alarm. No, there was no hope save in 
 the power of his own words. a 
 
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 done eating, Hallett commanded: ‘‘Give me your , 
 hands.’’ 
 
 ““Can’t you leave the rope off just a little longer?” 
 Bryce pleaded. ‘‘ Man, you don’t know what an outrage 
 you are committing in using methis way. ‘The people of 
 this state look upon me as their next governor.” 
 
 ‘* Ah, and if elected you will have an opportunity to 
 pardon your own crimes. Few men have been so fort- 
 unate. Hold out your hands.” 
 
 ‘“’That cord is cutting my ankles in two.”’ 
 
 ‘* But still,” Hallett replied, ‘‘it is not so sharp as the 
 cord that has cut hearts in two.”’ 
 
 ‘Mr. Hallett, the noblest quality of man is mercy.” 
 
 ‘* Mister, the most godly quality of man is justices: 
 
 ‘*You so aptly set forth the principles of your creed 
 that it is a wonder you had not been selected as a mem- 
 ber of the Council.’’ 
 
 ‘This would be a compliment were it not meant in 
 contempt. Among my people I talk but little, I think ; 
 but with you I need not think, I can talk.’’ 
 
 ‘‘T wonder, Mr. Hallett, that I had not become better 
 acquainted with you.’’ 
 
 ‘‘ And I grieve, Mister, that we were all forced into so 
 intimate an acquaintance with you.”’ 
 
 Bryce was silent, brooding over the flapping effigy. 
 Evening was coming on; they passed a buzzard roost. 
 
260 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 ‘‘’Those birds, ”’’ said Hallett, ‘‘ will eat a dead dog, 
 but they are fonder of the carcass of a man.” 
 
 “Ves,” Bryce replied, ‘“‘for I suppose they have a | 
 creed.”’ 
 
 Hallett opened his coat, showed the handle of his knife; 
 and they drove on in silence. Night came ; they saw a 
 light, heard the barking of dogs. ‘‘ We are going to stop 
 at that house,’’ said Hallett, ‘‘and we are going to per- 
 mit you to sit by the fire, but if you contradict anything 
 I say I must cut your throat.’’ 
 
 ‘But can you say anything that is not true?’ 
 
 ‘‘ Mister, religion is for the ultimate good of all men, 
 and a lie told for religion finds its way to heaven asa 
 truth. Brother Furgerson, stop the wagon here, and the 
 Mister and I will get out. You and our son put up the 
 horses, and then come to the house.’’ 
 
 A man stood in a doorway, scolding his dogs. ‘* Got 
 back, have you?” he said when the light fell upon Hal- 
 lett. ‘‘Long time in comin’, but I reckon you are all 
 right. Step in. Got a good fire for you, but, Nan,’ he 
 added, speaking to a lank woman, ‘‘reckon you better 
 fetch a little more wood. Sorter have to drag your friend 
 along. What's the trouble with him? Got him tied, eh? 
 Well, set him down here.”’ 
 
 Bryce was acquainted with the host — Mr. Tuck Ben- 
 son. ‘‘ What has he been doin’ ?” Benson asked. 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 261 
 
 “Stealing horses,” Hallett replied. 
 
 ‘That so? Well, then, what’s the use in takin’ him 
 any furder ; why not hang him right here? I’ve gota 
 good rope back thar’ under the bed, and as the weather 
 is a little bad we can hang him in here from one of these 
 here beams. What do you say ?” 
 
 “No, Pll take him on. Don’t you remember him? 
 He stood guard over you one day.” 
 
 “Yes, sir, he’s the man. Say, let me slip that rope 
 around him, will you? I wouldn’t trust him three feet, 
 and if he gits away from you he’ll go right straight and 
 tell the gover’ment that I used to make whisky. It 
 don’t make no difference to him even if I have give up 
 whisky an’ come away off down here; a hoss thief will 
 do anything. If you don’t want to hang him stand 
 him out thar an’ let me take a crack at him with my 
 fuzee. No? Wall, now be shore that you take good 
 kere o’ him. Don’t want no gover’ment fellers a comin’ 
 on me at this late day. Put the wood on the fire, Nan. 
 Look thar! we’ve got a hoss thief.”’ 
 
 The woman dropped the wood and _ started back. 
 ‘“That’s all right, Nan; he's tied. Stir about now an’ 
 git us all a bite to eat. Two mo’ fellers to come.” 
 
 Furgerson and the boy came in, and Bryce, speaking 
 to the youngster said: ‘‘I owe you about three dollars. 
 When I told you to come around to-morrow so that I 
 
262 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 might pay you, I did not think that the day following 
 was Sunday. I have money in my pocket. Get it out.” 
 
 The boy paid no attention to him, did not look at him. 
 The woman stepped in between Bryce and the boy, raked 
 out a bed of coals, threw on slices of bacon and then 
 busied herself with arranging the table. 
 
 ‘*Come, all hands,’’ said Benson when his wife with 
 along fork began to take up the bacon. ‘‘Jest fall to 
 now an’ devour what’s set before you. I don’t mean 
 you,” he added, nodding at Bryce. ‘‘ No hoss thief kin 
 sit down at my table with me. Nan, give him something 
 on a tin plate. Ontie his hands, Cap’n. If he tries to 
 git away I’ll kill him befo’ he gits to the do’.” 
 
 After supper Mr. Benson sought to entertain his guests. 
 He had slipped through many a dangerous place, and sev- 
 eral times the revenue men hadcaptured him. Once they 
 were about to hang him to a tree, and for the only time 
 in his life he got down to what he termed solid praying. 
 
 ‘‘ An’ I tell him that it was the prar that saved him,”’ 
 said the woman. 
 
 ‘“That mout be,’’ Benson replied, ‘‘ but I rather think 
 it was Alf an’ them other fellers that come a crawlin’ 
 down the creek. But atter all, if it is intended fur a man 
 to be hung he’s goin’ that way, an’ that’s all thar’ is to 
 it. I’m putty much of a Hard Shell Baptist. Whut’s 
 yo’ belief, Cap’n?” he asked, nodding at Hallett. 
 
 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 263 
 
 ‘“T believe in God,” Hallett answered. 
 
 “Yes, that’s nachul, but in whut sort of a dose do you 
 swollow yo’ religion? Do you believe in baptisin’ by 
 sousin’ or by jest sorter dabbin’ water on a feller?’’ 
 
 ‘‘T know nothing of baptising, for such trickery appeals 
 not tome. Well, make your arrangements for the night, 
 for we are tired and desire to liedown. You have but 
 one bed, I notice.” 
 
 ‘*One bed in this room an’ one in the little shed room 
 a jinin’. You fellers may have this room. The do’ twixt 
 this an’ the shed room is fastened by a heavy bar on yon 
 side, an’ one of you kin lay down in front of this here do’ 
 that goes out, to keep the hoss thief frum gittin’ away.” 
 
 ‘*Mister,’’ said Hallett to Bryce, ‘‘you may sleep in 
 the bed. I will lie down by the door, Brother Furgerson 
 will lie under the window and our son will sleep in front 
 of the fire.” 
 
 ‘‘T thank you, sir,” said Bryce, ‘‘but will you untie 
 me so that I may sleep?” 
 
 ‘“Mister, we may tie a man’s hands and feet but we 
 cannot bind him so fast that he may not slip into slumber. 
 You need remove nothing. Lie down on the bed.’ 
 
 Bryce stretched himself upon the feather bed, and 
 although his wrists and ankles pained him, swelling and 
 throbbing, he soon fell asleep. It must have been mid- 
 night when the pain awoke him. The fire was low, the 
 
264 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 room was almost dark. He raised up and looked about 
 the room. The men and the boy were asleep. His 
 hands were not tied behind him, and he turned over on 
 his breast and with his teeth began to tug at the knot. 
 He thought of cabinet tricksters who could untie them- 
 selves in a moment and he wished that he had taken a 
 lesson of them. He heard one of the men turn over and 
 he lay still, listening. All was silent and again he began 
 to gnaw the rope. An hour must have passed—but his 
 hands were free. And now, after rubbing his wrists, he 
 began cautiously to work at the rope that bound his 
 ankles. But the knot wasso hard that he could do noth- 
 
 ing. So, after all, he must give up. He straightened 
 
 himself out with a groan. Suddenly he thrust his fingers 
 into his waistcoat pocket and took out a small knife. It 
 was a mere toy but it was big enough. He cut the rope 
 and for a few moments he lay there, rubbing his swollen 
 ankles. Now what? To get out through the window or 
 the door was impossible. Perhaps he could make 
 his way through the roof. He knew that nails were 
 sometimes so scarce in the back woods that clap-boards 
 were often heid in place by poles laid along the roof. He 
 stood on the bed and could easily reach a cross-beam. He 
 climbed upon it, he shoved hard against the roof. The 
 boards yielded. He worked until he got his hand 
 through, and after that it took but a short time to make 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 265 
 
 an opening large enough to admit his body. He got his 
 head and his arms through the opening. One foot was 
 off the beam. Something touched his leg. He hung 
 there, motionless. His heart had almost ceased to beat. 
 
 ‘Mister, has the devil tempted you again?” It was 
 Hallett. ‘‘ Come back or I'll stab you. Easy now; put 
 
 your foot on the beam. That’sit. Now you are all 
 right. Brother Furgerson, give me that other rope.” 
 
CHAPTER 2036 
 
 The journey was resumed at early morning. A dark 
 mist lay low to the earth, the air was cold, motionless; 
 and when the team was stopped midway a hill to blow, 
 Bryce looked up at a dead tree and wished that it might 
 fall upon him. Not again did he ask them to untie his 
 hands, for he felt that he had thrust himself beyond the 
 province of a privilege. How earnestly Benson had 
 begged for permission to kill him, when he saw the hole 
 that had been made in his roof, and how gravely had the 
 woman demanded the right to scald him when she found 
 that by exposing her best bed to the weather he had 
 abused her hospitality. 
 
 Hallett sat beside Bryce. ‘‘When I am brought to 
 trial,’’ said the prisoner, ‘‘I suppose you will tell the 
 Council that I tried to get away.” 
 
 ‘‘T shall tell them nothing ; they know enough. It 
 was but natural that you should try to get away.”’ 
 
 ‘‘T am glad, Mr. Hallett, that you look at it in so 
 humane a light.’’ 
 
 ‘You may express it that way if you choose, but you 
 might simply have reminded me that I excused the dog 
 for running from the broom handle.’’ 
 
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THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 267 
 
 ‘*Mr. Hallett, did you ever think that the cruelest 
 creature in this life is man ?”’ 
 
 ‘* Yes, and it has been proved to me that his victim is 
 woman.”’ 
 
 ‘That may be true, but man’s cruelty to woman is not 
 exercised alone for the sake of cruelty ; he has another 
 motive and cruelty may be the result.’”’ 
 
 ‘“ Mister, a gentleman might put it that way to excuse 
 himself, but God has another estimate. Let them pull 
 ahead now, Brother Furgerson. Mister, it may not be a 
 cheering opinion, but I will tell you that at the present 
 rate of travel we may reach the village by to-morrow 
 night.” 
 
 ‘Mr. Hallett, almost any prospect is better than this 
 certainty. I would rather die than to remain much longer 
 tied like a calf hauled to market. I don’t see how I 
 could get away if you were to untie my feet.” 
 
 ‘“And I don’t see, Mister, how you can get away if I 
 keep them tied.’’ 
 
 Bryce mused that by this time there must be spreading 
 an anxiety concerning his disappearance. No, not. yet, 
 for among his friends it was known that he was wont to 
 close his office, should he take the notion, and go away, 
 no one knew whither ; therefore, it was useless to look 
 backward for help—he must look forward. In his mind 
 he framed a speech, and he startled himself with its power. 
 
268 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 It was not possible that those men, so simple, so imagi- 
 native, could resist him. He would catch Boyle’s fury 
 and pass it back to him, mellowed with pity: he would 
 take up the Father’s sorrow and turn it into a forgiveness. 
 Over and over he repeated his argument and it grew 
 stronger in expression and deeper in its appeal for 
 sympathy. 
 
 That night they slept in the woods; they had traveled 
 all day in a cloud, and their campfire wrought monstrous 
 shapes in the mist. At early morning they were astir— 
 onward through a valley and up the side of a mountain. 
 Over and over Bryce continued to repeat his speech, until 
 now he csuld hear the words as though someone were 
 shouting them. Once he was so moved that he cried out, 
 ‘“ Good.” 
 
 ‘‘ Mister, can it be that you are taiking to yourself?” 
 Hallett asked. 
 
 Bryce started, stammered in embarrassment and an- 
 swered: ‘‘ Yes, it must be so.” 
 
 ‘*But you cried ‘Good.’ Could that have been 
 addressed to yourself?” 
 
 ‘The word might not have applied to myself.”’ 
 
 “Tt surely did not.” 
 
 ‘“Mr. Hallett, your torture of me will soon be at an end. 
 I am ready to meet the Council. ‘Those just men know 
 how weak it is to sin and how strong it is to forgive.” 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 269 
 
 Hallett slowly turned and looked at him. ‘‘’That is the 
 nearest to a sensible remark that I have heard you make, 
 but like many a sensible saying, it carries a flaw. To for- 
 ceive the weakness of a sin is sometimes a strength; but 
 sometimes forgiveness is of itself a weakness, almost 
 a sin.” 
 
 ‘‘Mr. Hallett, to permit me to hope is as little as you 
 can do.”’ | 
 
 ‘* Perhaps it is less.”’ 
 
 Bryce looked at the stern face of the Bolgaite and 
 replied: ‘‘I have never known a hangman that would 
 render his victim utterly hopeless.” 
 
 “Ah! perhaps your acquaintance with a hangman has 
 not been so intimate as it may become.”’ 
 
 ‘*T don’t care to talk to you.” 
 
 ‘‘Mister, the domain of silence is free. There no 
 claims are marked off; a privilege awaits every comer.”’ 
 
 ‘*Very good, Mr. Hallett, but I have ceased to be sur- 
 prised at anything a Bolga man might say. You could 
 not astonish me so much with a speech as you might by 
 repeating the multiplication table.’’ 
 
 They made good time, skirting the sides of the mount- 
 ains, bearing to the right and to the left, like a vessel 
 tacking, and late in the afternoon they came to the base 
 of a long slope, slanting from the east. Here they halted, 
 and Hallett untied Bryce’s feet. ‘‘ You and our son and 
 
270 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 I will walk up a nearer way,’’ he said. ‘‘ Brother Fur- 
 gerson will drive round.”’ | 
 
 Bryce could scarcely walk at first, but to permit him to 
 try, though it was painful, was a great favor to him, and 
 he said: ‘‘ Mr. Haliett, this is a piece of kindness, and I 
 thank you for it.’’ 
 
 The Bolgaite smiled grimly but replied not. Hour 
 after hour they walked, silent; and Bryce, looking back, 
 saw that the clouds had parted far below, saw the dim 
 sun going down. 
 
 ‘‘For a time we will rest here,” said Hallett, pointing 
 toa rock. Bryce advanced a few steps, looked about 
 him, over the brow of the rock, and quickly caught his 
 breath. Hewas on the summit of the west mountain, 
 and below him lay the village. On this rock he had sat 
 with Alma, looking at the sinking sun, and at Benjamin 
 standing in the door of the schoolhouse. A weary age 
 had passed since then; an age of night disturbed by 
 dreams. He stood leaning against the cold rock ; he saw 
 the house of the Prophet, saw a woman at the well. But 
 he must not brood over what had passed ; he must nerve 
 himself to meet that which was to come. And back to 
 him came his speech, his argument for life, and through 
 his mind it swept like a wind. : 
 
 ‘‘ Mister, what think you of the view? I am speaking 
 to you, Mister.” He touched Bryce’s arm. 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. QUA 
 
 ‘‘FHxcuse me ; I did not hear you.” 
 “‘Tt-1is well that you are so thoughtful. What think 
 you of the view ?’’ 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 the hand of peace,’’ Bryce 
 auswered. 
 
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 will soon come as an end. We will remain 
 dark, and then go down into the village. oa 
 
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CHAPTER XXI. 
 
 Through the darkness Bryce was led, down into the 
 village. Nowhere was there a light, the houses were 
 closed and no evening lullaby was heard. Through the 
 prisoner’s mind his speech was sweeping, strong, like a 
 rush of water, and though like a dog he was led, with a 
 rope about his neck, he walked with a confident tread. 
 Under the brow of the Temple a lone man stood, waiting, 
 and when Hallet and his prisoner drew near, a voice said: 
 “Follow me.’’? They followed him to the bath room, 
 where a dim light was burning. The man whom they 
 had followed was Councilman Blake. ‘‘ Untie his hands,” 
 the Councilman commanded, and as Hallett began to 
 untie the rope the Councilman continued: ‘‘ Mister, we 
 shall leave you here alone. And when you have washed 
 yourself, put on this robe. Soon I shall come and 
 conduct you into the presence of the Father and the 
 brethren.” 
 
 The water was cold and made him shudder, but it was 
 soothing to his swollen legs and arms, and when he had 
 tempered his body to its chill, he stretched himself in the 
 stone basin and lay there, listening. Heheard the faint 
 
 18 273 
 
274. THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 cry of a child, and he splashed the water in scrambling to 
 his feet, and he stood on the edge of the basin and by 
 tiptoeing gazed through the small window. He could» 
 discern the house of the Prophet. Again he heard the 
 child cry, and he saw a light flash in one of the rooms; 
 in Alma’s room he thought. He stood there with his 
 chin resting on the cold ledge of the window, gazing at 
 the light, and a new, a strange sympathy was in his 
 heart, but through his mind his speech was sweeping. 
 There came a knock at the door, and a voice cried: 
 ‘‘ Are you ready?” He answered that he would be ina 
 moment, and he climbed down and put on the robe, a 
 robe blacker than the darkness through which Hallett 
 had led him, with a rope about his neck, like a dog. ‘‘I 
 am ready,’’ he cried, and the Councilman opened the 
 door. And there stood Hallett with his ropes. ‘‘ Bind 
 him,’ said the Councilman. This time his hands were 
 tied behind him, and a rope was also bound about his 
 ankles, but with a slack so that he could walk. Now it 
 was the Councilman instead of Hallett who put the rope 
 about his neck, and holding one end, he said: ‘‘ Come 
 with me. Brother Hallett,’ he added, ‘‘ good night.” 
 The prisoner was led into the black room of the temple. 
 
 For a moment after entering he could see nothing save a 
 small lamp dimly burning on the altar, but gradually 
 arose the forms of four men, the Father and the 
 

 
 The prisoner was led into the blackroom of the temple. 
 
 Page 274. 
 

 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 2D 
 
 Councilmen, arrayed in black. Councilman Blake 
 dropped the rope, took up a black robe and wrapped him- 
 self in it. Nota word had been spoken, and motionless 
 they stood, black statues in the dim light. When was 
 that silence to be broken, the prisoner wondered, and how 
 could they break it without a rude shock to that deep 
 solemnity? But his speech! It was gone, it had swept 
 out of his mind, and he stood there, helpless, his knees 
 smiting together, dumb, .cold with the dew of despair 
 upon his brow. And still not a word was uttered. He 
 gazed with a curious eagerness from one to another, but 
 the glance of no eye met his own. 
 
 ‘“ Merciful God !” he cried, and upon the floor he fell, 
 sobbing. 
 
 ‘‘TIf you are a man instead of a creature that crawls, 
 get up,’ a voice commanded, and he knew that the Father 
 had spoken to him. He got up, and now he looked not 
 from one to another, to catch the expression of an eye, 
 but gazed at the floor, the blackness under his feet 
 
 ‘* Mister,” said the Father, ‘‘ look at me.’’ 
 
 Bryce slowly lifted his eyes until they rested upon the 
 worn and grief-stricken face of that old man. ‘‘ Mister, 
 since you left us we have learned many things about the 
 world and its heartless treacheries. To look for you our 
 brethren went abroad into the fields of sin, and we know 
 
 now what means you employed to impose upon us. And 
 
276 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 now you are brought to judgment for a crime blacker 
 than the spirit of hell. It is but natural that you should 
 seek to defend yourself, and we shall give you an oppor- 
 tunity to do this, to influence a setting aside of the judg- 
 ment that already has been passed upon you, but first I 
 request you to tell us how you discovered the secret of 
 our creed.” 
 
 Bryce briefly told them that while lying upon a rock in 
 a cave he had heard them renew the covenant of their 
 faith. The old man shook his head. ‘‘ It was com- 
 manded,”’ said he, ‘‘ that we should go into a place not 
 made by hands, and in that place we were beset with a 
 devil.- But God knows best.” For a few moments he 
 was silent, but not motionless, with his arms folded; he 
 was turning helplessly about from one to another. “ Oh, 
 you have almost swept-from me the faith that has kept 
 my soul alive!’ he cried: ‘‘ You found a pure religion, 
 and into it you poured a deadly poison. How could you 
 have done so cruel a thing? It seems beyond the reach ~ 
 of human meanness. <Ah, but what a mighty lesson you 
 have taught,” he added, his voice regaining its firmness. 
 ‘‘you have proved that religion, pure and holy though it 
 may be, must keep pace with the shrewdness and the 
 intelligence of the world in order that it may protect 
 itself against the snares of the world. Innocence is not 
 
 sfety ; wisdom alone is protection.’’ 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. QL 
 
 ‘‘ Father s 
 The old man sprang at him as though he would tear 
 
 
 
 him to pieces. ‘Do not speak that name again!” he 
 cried. And then bowing as though in submission to an 
 unseen force, he stepped back. ‘‘ What were you going. 
 to say?” he asked. 
 
 ‘‘T was going to beg for the permission to ask a few 
 questions.”’ 
 
 “You may proceed. It is well that we should hear any- 
 thing that you may have to say.’’ 
 
 “I thank you sir. In my mind I had formed a speech 
 in my defense, but the speech is gone, not a word of it 
 has remained, and I must content myself with asking 
 questions. Why did I goto the mountains? Why was 
 I mistaken for a revenue officer? Why was I to overhear 
 the rehearsal of your faith, and hearing it, who tempted 
 me? If I were tempted of the devil, then why should I 
 be punished for the devil’s strength? If nature gave me 
 strong passions, so strong that I could but yield to them, 
 why should I be held accountable for the strength of 
 nature? Suppose I fought against the temptation to come 
 here as the Prophet, and failed? Suppose the humanity 
 within me revolted at the thonght, but that nature urged 
 me on, whose crime was it? My father was known as an 
 honorable man, and he urged upon me to be honorable 
 to all men, but he said nothing about women. My 
 
278 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 mother, with the innocence of a mother, thought that I 
 was pure, but my father knew that I was not. He told 
 me to be careful, but he did not even hint that what we 
 know as virtue among women was a manly quality. Like 
 the majority of men he argued that nature had made a 
 difference in the moral responsibility of the sexes, granting 
 to man a privilege that it withheld from a woman, and it 
 was thus that I was reared. This, though, is what I wish 
 to impress upon you: Is not nature in a measure to blame?” 
 
 He felt the force of Boyle’s merciless eyes, and he 
 looked down. The Father spoke. ‘‘I know nothing of ar- 
 guments as they are held among men of the world, but to 
 me and to us, what you have said is weak and unworthy 
 of a man. Mister, we have learned that among your 
 people you have become great, and if you can be great 
 among many people, how could you be so mean among 
 a few? ‘To this lonely place you have brought questions 
 that should be asked and answered in the world and not 
 here, for with us a man is as pure as a woman. Is there 
 anything else that you wish to ask?” 
 
 ‘“T don’t know of anything else. But I wish that I 
 might say something to convince you of my sincere 
 repentance and sorrow. I have brought suffering upon 
 innocent ones, and to undo that wrong I would willingly 
 give my life. I hope that no disgrace, no reproach can 
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 ‘‘ Mister, the Wives of the Prophet are innocent. They 
 have suffered, but they are not guilty, and in this world, 
 even in the quietest nook of it, the innocent suffer at the 
 hands of the guilty. That the guilty shall pay a penalty 
 is but a meager reparation to the innocent, but such 
 seems to be the unfortunate law of circumstances, not to 
 say of nature.” 
 
 ‘To know that I have not brought disgrace as well as 
 suffering is arelief to my mind,” Bryce replied, ‘‘and 
 
 
 
 now if by reason I might convince you f 
 
 ‘“ Mister, you may save your arguments; you can con- 
 vince us of nothing. You said that you had a speech to 
 make but that it left you, It is just as well that it did 
 leave you. ‘The belief, indeed the knowledge that our 
 emotions were easily moved, inspired you to frame a 
 speech, but no human words could arrest our judgment.’’ 
 
 ‘‘Hyen though you know that your judgment may be 
 in opposition to the law of the state?’’ Bryce asked. 
 
 ‘* Mister, were you ten times as great as you are, to 
 explain our action to the state would be an easy matter. 
 The despoiler of a home can claim no protection from the 
 state. The law as it is written might promise him pro- 
 tection and a trial, but the people whose laws are stronger 
 than the laws in books, would sanction the speediest and 
 severest punishment. No, mister, you are beyond the 
 protection of the law, and if you would ask for mercy, ask 
 
280 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 if for the soul rather than for the body. We shall now 
 leave you alone, to prepare yourself for the judgment 
 that is to come.’’ 
 
 ‘“Wait just a moment,’’ Bryce pleaded.  ‘‘ There is 
 one request that I would make.’’ 
 
 ‘“ Mister, you may make it.” 
 
 ““Itis this: Let me see Alma for a moment.” 
 
 Old man Boyle leaped off the floor. ‘‘ Father, let me 
 cut his throat !’’ he cried. 
 
 The Father stretched forth his hand. ‘‘ Councilman 
 Boyle,” he said, ‘‘ vengeance is not for you alone; it is 
 for us all. Mister,’’ he added, ‘‘ we cannot grant your 
 request. We shall now leave you, and I charge you not 
 to rest upon a hope that you may escape the judgment. 
 You must look to God for mercy in the world that is 
 waiting.’ 
 
 ‘‘ And I am to be murdered !” 
 
 ‘* You are to meet the judgment.’’ 
 
 “When ?’’ 
 
 ‘We shall call for you. Good night.”’ 
 
 Silently they filed out and Bryce heard them bolt the 
 heavy door. ‘The slight disturbance of the air had caused 
 the flame of the lamp to waver, and he stood there, gaz- 
 ing at it, wondering if the light would last until they 
 should call for him. He stepped toward the altar and 
 trod upon the rope that lay upon the floor, and the noose 
 
THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 281 
 
 tightened about his neck. He sprang back with a shud- 
 der, and quivering, stood there gazing at the lamp. He 
 felt that the darkness would smother him should the ight 
 go out, for the walls, the ceiling, the floor were black. 
 Surely the light was sinking and toward it he moved, but 
 cautiously, to avoid treading upon the rope. Close to 
 the light he held his eyes, gazing into the weak and 
 yellow flame. It seemed all that was between him and 
 an eternal blackness in the world beyond. Yes, the flame 
 was dying. He heard a sound and eagerly he listened. A 
 dog was barking, and this man in the agony of his lone- 
 liness wished that the dog might come nearer and bark 
 under the eaves of the Temple. He heard the faint cry- 
 ing of a child, and upon the floor he stretched himself 
 with his ear pressed. close to shut out the sound; he 
 closed his eyes asif this would aid him, and when he 
 opened them, he uttered a cry—the light was gone and 
 he was in absolute blackness. He wondered that if by 
 treading upon the rope he could choke himself to death, 
 and he got up and in this way he strove to put an end to 
 his misery, but he could inflict only a physical torture 
 without even the promise of a mental relief. 
 
 Again he lay down and now he held his breath, hoping 
 that thus he might die, and once he fancied that he was 
 losing consciousness, but suddenly he was sitting up, 
 gasping for breath. Hours and hours of dead silence 
 
282 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 passed, and during that slow, stifling time, he hobbled up 
 
 and down the room. He wondered whether the light had © 
 
 really gone out or whether he had been struck with sud- 
 den blindness, and he moved about, searching for the 
 altar to find the lamp, to determine if it were burning. 
 He found the altar and felt about with his nose and his 
 lips, like a-blind horse. ‘There was the lamp and he put 
 his face against it and it wascold. He held his lips to 
 the wick and no warmth was there. No, he was not 
 blind. He wondered whether by climbing upon the altar 
 he could throw himself headlong upon the floor and break 
 his neck and thus rob old Boyle of the pleasure that he 
 longed for, the pleasure of seeing him die in an agony of 
 fear. If there were some way of fastening the dangling end 
 of the rope he could choke himself to death. No, he 
 could not climb upon the altar. What was that? ‘The 
 child was crying. ‘‘I will ask no question of nature!” 
 he shouted, and the sharp tone of despair in his voice 
 ‘startled him. “ No, I will ask no question of nature nor 
 of life, but of death. What is it to die? Wise men prove 
 to their own satisfaction that there is no life after death, 
 but where is the proof that shall satisfy me? I want their 
 proof. They have none. I knowas much as they and I 
 am the most wretched of all fools. I ask is there a God? 
 I call upon Him to prove ittome. I begged for proot 
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 blasphemy. O God, forgive me! O Saviour of miserable 
 man, turn not Thy face from me’ He dropped upon his 
 knees and sobbed a prayer. Suddenly he sprang to his 
 feet in a new fright. The temple bell was tolling. He 
 listened, each peal startling him afresh. There came a 
 knock on the door and he heard the drawing of the bolt. 
 The door was opened anda beam of light shot a pain 
 through his eyes. ‘The Father stood there. 
 
 ‘* Mister, we have come for you.” 
 
 ‘“And I am ready to go. Sir, you I believe are a mer- 
 ciful man, but tell me why you put a climax on my tor- 
 ment by ringing that bell? Have you studied that you 
 might refine a wretch’s misery? Why did you let them 
 ring the bell ?”’ 3 
 
 ‘‘ Mister, the temple bell was rung to tell of your com- 
 ing, and it was but appropriate and right that it should 
 ring to tell of your going away. ‘The first ringing was 
 laid down by our fathers, the last was advised by the 
 Councilman Boyle, who is a wise man. And the ringing 
 which you have just heard was meant as a fitness, and 
 not asa torture. Come with me.” 
 
 The Father took up the end of the rope, led Bryce to 
 the bathroom, and untied his feet. ‘‘I will untie your 
 hands too, so that you may bathe your face,’’ said the old 
 man. ‘‘Itis not well that with a soiled countenance a 
 man should go to meet his judgment.”’ 
 
984 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 The sun was rising ; light fell through the high win- ° 
 dow, and when Bryce leaned over to dip his hands into 
 the water, he saw his face reflected, saw that his hair was 
 white. He washed his face, and as he was drying it 
 upon a coarse towel, that had been placed near at hand, 
 he saw that the Father upon stepping out had not bolted 
 the door. A feeble hope of escape came to him, but 
 instantly it died for he saw Councilman Boyle looking in 
 upon him. ‘That was the final end of all chance, and 
 now all that was left was to die like a man. ‘Iam 
 ready,’’ he said. 
 
 Boyle stepped in, tied his hands, and catching up the 
 rope, which had not been taken from about his neck, led 
 him forth. The Father and the other Councilmen stood 
 under the portico and, when Bryce was brought out, the 
 Father took the lead, and the others, one behind another, 
 slowly followed him. Near unto the well they led the 
 prisoner, and he gazed toward the house of the Prophet, 
 but saw no one. The village appeared to be deserted. 
 No, not wholly, for off to the right, near the weaver’s 
 room, were several old women tending a number of 
 children ; but the children were not playing as they were 
 wont, but curiously they were gazing at Bryce, and were 
 silent. ‘Toward the creek they led him, past the place 
 where Benjamin had been stretched upon the ground. 
 They came within sight of a tree with a strong, protrud- 
 
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 THE WIVES OF THE PROHPET. | 985 
 
 ing bough, and Bryce thought that to it they would surely 
 hang him, but they passed under the tree, onward down 
 the creek. Whither were they taking him, and what had 
 become of all the people? Had it been forbidden that 
 they should look upon him, and had they been warned by 
 the bell to shut themselves in their Houses? 
 
 A long time passed and now they were in the dells. 
 Up a slant they went, and Bryce suddenly drew back, for 
 gathered on the slope at the Witch Hole were the people 
 of Bolga. He was led among them to a place cleared in 
 the midst of the crowd, and he looked about him, but 
 toward him no eye was turned. He looked down at the 
 blue water, and there was Benjamin in a canoe, and along 
 side was another canoe with a man in it, and across both 
 canoes a broad board was placed. A short distance up 
 the slope a fire was burning and he saw an iron bar stick- 
 ing out from a bed of coals. What was the meaning of 
 this odd arrangement? He looked off to the right and 
 there were the Wives arrayed in black, but they looked 
 not at him but stood with bowed heads, and among them, 
 held in the arms of their mothers, were three children. 
 He looked away, far upward at a buzzard sailing round 
 and round. A child cried in a weak voice and he heard 
 its mother cooing softly to silence it. The Father came 
 to him and with a sharp knife slit the sleeves of his robe 
 

 
 286 THE WIVES OF THE PROPHET. 
 
 so that his arms were bare and there were the pictures 
 with the sunlight falling upon them. 
 
 ‘‘ Mister,” said the old man, ‘‘I have not pleaded for 
 your life for that would have been unjust to us all, but I 
 have pleaded that your end might not be one of prolonged 
 
 torture.’’ He was silent for a moment, and then ina 
 smothered voice he said: ‘‘I hope that God may forgive 
 you.” 
 
 Then came Boyle with a red hot iron, and he said: 
 ‘‘Mister, it is befitting that those names be burned off 
 your flesh.” 
 
 He touched Bryce’s arm with the iron and the wretched 
 man cried out and fell back, but Hallett caught him and 
 held him up. He nerved himself, and not again when 
 the iron was pressed to his flesh did he struggle to free 
 himself, but stood there with his nether lip between his 
 teeth and with agony in his countenance; and from the 
 corners of his mouth blood was oozing. 
 
 Boyle threw down the iron to announce that his work 
 was done, and Councilman Trent took up the rope and 
 led the prisoner down to the water’s edge, and now a man 
 came forward, carrying a heavy stone. The rope was 
 taken from Bryce’s neck and the heavy stone was tied to 
 his feet. Then he was placed standing upon the board 
 that rested upon the canoes. A sign was made by the 
 Father, and Benjamin and the man in the other canoe 
 
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 gently dipped their paddles until the craft was midway 
 the Witch Hole, and then they sat motionless, waiting, 
 Benjamin grasping one end of the board. Bryce recalled 
 the day when he had played with a bass in the blue 
 depths of that water; he looked up the stream and he 
 fancied that he could see that same cold shudder running 
 up and down the creek ; he looked toward the shore and 
 he saw a child in Alma’s arms. No speech was sweeping 
 through his mind, and they were waiting for him to say 
 something, but he was silent, with the words, ‘‘ Merciful 
 God! Merciful God!” coming as an echo from the loud 
 
 beating of his heart. 
 
 The Father raised his arm ; Benjamin gave the board 
 a twisting jerk—there was a splash, a violent rocking of 
 the canoes and all was done. 
 
 Down upon their knees the people sank, and there was 
 no sound save the low gurgle of the river, slowly swal- 
 lowing the creek. And there they remained kneeling 
 until a voice commanded them to arise. Then sadly they 
 turned away in the sunshine. And while homeward the 
 Father was leading his people, and as he drew near unto 
 the field where the flax was grown, he saw a man with a_ 
 strange instrument, squinting at the landscape—the fore- 
 feeler of a railway that was to disturb the quietude of 
 Bolga. 
 
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