The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1906-11-29

the PLAINS and mountains, and push
their belongings before them in hand
carts. 1t had become Brigham's pet
scheme, and the Lord had revealed to
him that it would work out auspic.
iously. Joel prepared to obey, though
it was not without aversion that he
went again to the edge of the Gentle
country.
He was full of bitterness while he
was obliged to tarry on the banks
of the Missouri. The hatred of those
who had prosecuted him and his PEG.
pie, bred into him from boyhood,
flashed up in his heart with more fire
than ever. Even when a late conner
from Nauvoo told him that Prudence
Corson had married Capt. Girnway
of the Carthage Grays, two years
after the exodus from Nauvoo, his
first feeling was one of blazing anger
against the mobocrats rather than re-
greet for his lost love.
"They moved down to Jackson
county, Missouri, too," concluded his
informant, thus adding to the flame.
They had gone to set up their home
in the very Zion that the Gentiles
with so much bloodshed had wrested
from the Saints.
Even when the first anger cooled
and he could face the thing calmly id
all its deeper aspects, he was still
very bitter. While he had stanchly
kept himself for her, cherishing with
a single heart all the old memories of
her dearness, she had been a wife
these seven years,-the wife, more.
over, of a mob-leader whose minions
had put them out of their home, and
then wantonly tossed his father like
a dead branch into the waters. She
had loved this uniformed murderer
his little Prue-perhaps borne him
children, while he, Joel Rae, had been
all too scrupulously true to her mem.
ory, fighting against even the pleased
look at a woman; fghting-only the
One above could know with what des
perate valor-against the warm-heart;
ed girl with the gray eyes and the
red lips, who laughed in her knowl
edge that she drew him-fghting her
away for a sentimental Pigment, until
she had married another.
Now when he might have let him
self turn to her. his heart freed OF
the image OF that yellow-haired girl
so long cherished, this other was the
wife of Elder Pixley-the fifth wife
and an unloving wife as he knew.
She had sought him before the mar
riage, and there had been somc
wholly frank and simple talk between
them. 1t had ended by his advising
her TO marry Elder Pixley so that she
might be saved into the Kingdom
and by her replying, with the ole
reckless laugh, a little dry ant
strained, and with the wonderful gray
eyes full upon him,-"Oh, III marry
him! Small difference to me what
nan of them | marry at all,-now!'
And while he, by a mighty effort
had held down his arms and let hel
turn away, the woman for whose
memory he did it vas the wife of ar
enemy, caring nothing for his fidel
ity, sure to feel not Q than amused
pity for him should she ever know
Of it. Surely, it had been a brave
struggle-for nothing.
But again the saying thought came
that he was being tried for a purpose
for some great work. And now il
seemed that the time of it must be
near. AS. to what it was there coul:
be little question:: it must be to free
his people forever from Gentle ag
gression or interference. Everything
pointed to that. He was to be en-
trusted with great powers, and BIZ
to their rightful glory.