The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-02-16
Ignoring the fact. IL indeed he was


:linging to his arm. the blacksmith
strobe right through the crowd about the
church until he stood face to face with
Het Magoone. The clergyman's daugh-
ter. to whom am indebted for an &C
count of what preceded this and what is
to follow. followed her father. fearing
for his safety. Although as true and
brave woman as ever lived. and quite
as self possessed as If she had spent all
her life in ne best society. Ella Peters
was paral.y@e with alarm when she saw
the change that had come over the man
who hitherto had been more gentle than
girl to her and hers.
'Het Magoone. yo' KEN har today to
raise HI! Don't lie. yo' dog, and say
yo' didn't! Wa'ai. yo've riz hit. and
now. by the Great Eternal. I'll send yo'
thar
The blacksmith raised his arm. and
giant though Magoone was. he lowered
over him. The horse kept the now
cowed desperate from retreating. and
he did not dare to touch his rife or one
of the many pistols belted to his waist.
AT this luncture Father Peters threw
himself between the two men. His hat
WIS off and the wind blew his white
hair ahont his bare. thin face. He was
the one man who did not fear Strong
Dick mad Dick Bradley.
'ln Gods name, Brother Bradley!
In Gods name. have patience! Oh. my
prayers and my lessons. my son. have
yon forgotten theny Wait. wait!
Prayers and patience! prayers and pa
tienceT' and he threw his thin arms about
the raised arm of the giant. and it fell
with sob.
I've obeyed yo' too long" groaned
the blacksmith. Ito brak off all a sud-
dent like. But. Father Peters, yo' mot's
well have LIT me did today what Ill DO
'bipeged ia to do tomorrer or next day."
Then addressing Mag )one:
"Het. way back when me and yo' wuz
boys yor father sneaked up on my
father. way down at Loudon. and kilt
him: hit was u towards deed. and |
lowed when yo' and me growed up I'D
have blood for blood: and yo' knowed
hit, too, for You KEEP outer my way and
went to live down Tennessee way. Theii
Father Peters kim and got right smart
of religion, and yo' felt hit safe to come
back. and hit wuz safe. so longs the re.
ligion lasted.
But she's gone, gone a-flickerin il
that fiah you uns made today. Father
Peters staid my ahm today, not OH
count of religion, but coz | love him
and I'm agwine to stand by him, and By
the Great Eternal! want you uns fall
and neah to know hit. Go yo'r way with
yo'r people and make ready. I'll stay
back har with my kin and friends, and
perpah. And bear in mind, Het Ma.
goone. when we uns meet agin thar'll he
blood, and won't AK God to have marcy
on the dead. Now go. d--n yor'
The desperate swung into the saddle
and then his followers sent up q gasp OF
relief, Not at all ashamed of their work
but with their feelings against Father
Peters somewhat allayed, Magoone and
his gang. on foot and on horseback
started into the hills.
Then tho old clergymen assembled his
friends before the ruin and addressed
them. He counseled patience and peace.
He implored them to avoid gatherings
and not to talk, even with those they
were sure of, on the subject now excit.
ing the land. This done, he called on
all to kneel and to join with him in
prayer, and all did SO excepting the
blacksmith, who with folded arms
watched the blue smoke pillar rising
from the ruin.
Brother Bradley" said the old clergy.
man when he had concluded, will you
lead us in prayer?"
Strong i'll everything he did. the black.
smith during his years of grace had de.
veloped decided talent for prayer.
There was force and rude eloquence
about the man very effective with people
of impressionable natures.
Father Peters," he replied, "a can't
pray. Hit don't seem jist the thing TO
me to pray to Jesus Christ when he
stands by and sees a lot of cussed
rebels burn down the house we uns
built fo' him. He had the powah to strike
'em dead like lightnin, but did he do iii
Not much. Thar's heap of Goals and
ash whar the church was, and thar's that
id Het Magoone off safe with his gang,
whin | should smashed in his skull like
the shell of n bird egg and then flung
him into the fiah."
Father Peters tried to reason with his
friend. He repeated all the wise and
trite things about the mysterious ways
of Providence, the power of prayer. the
necessity of keeping alive the faith, and
the certainty that truth would triumph
but while still loving and respecting the
noble old man, the blacksmith was in nc
mood to be comforted by words. In eff.
feet he replied in this way. and on the
men it was evident that his words had o
stronger influence than the prayers and
exhortations of Father Peters:
"Tve got so that can spell out few
words in the good book, but my youngest
boys got noah downright larnin, TO
he's readin biography. Still can think.
and | do think right smart, and hars
what I've been a thinkin this blessed day.
and say hit without meanin no disre
spect fo' Father Peters nor his kin, fo' |
love EN- all, God bless EN-.
But, after long months of waitin and
prayin, the wah, ez we uns tried to pray
off, hez come to the Cumberland hills
and hit do look powahful like to me e.
eff she'd come TO mighty long visit
Wah means tightin and fab and blood
and death! Wah and religion can't nevah
gee. Yo' can't yoke 'em. One pulls no tn.
the other south. One means trustin in
God. which is all mighty nice and com.
forth in peace, the other means trustin
to yo'rse'f and yo'r rifle, and that's the
only thing to do in time of wah. I'll &C
home from bar. and mold bullets in the