The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1906-10-25

sure, ana at last when other awfM'
tales were told about him here, OF
wickedness and his drunkenness-he
told in the pulpit that he had been
drunk, and that he did it to keep
them from worshipping him as a God
Il saw he was a bad, common man,
and I told my people everything, and
soon my father was denounced for an
-apostate. Now, sir, what do you say%'
When she finished he was silent for
a time. Then he spoke, very gently,
but with undaunted firmness.
Prudence, dearest, I have told you
that this doctrine is e to me. / do
not yet know it's justification. But
that I shall see it to be sanctitied
after they have taught me, this |
know as certainly as I know that
Joseph Smith dug up the golden
plates of Mormon and Moroni on the
hill of Cumorah when the angel of
the Lord moved him. 1t will be sane
titled for those who choose it, I mean.
You know I could never choose it for
myself. But as for others, I must not
question. I know only too we'll that
eternal salvation for me depends
upon my accepting manfully and un-
questioningly the authority of the
temple priesthood"
~8ut I know Joseph was not a good
man."
II believe with all my heart Joseph
me G o011s hut 1r4 10 MI WV 141y~
Eve pretended that he was any
thing more than a prophet of God.
And was not Moses a murderer when
God called him to be a prophet?"
"And this awful journey into a
horrid desert. Why must you go?
Surely there are other ways of sal
vation." She hesitated a moment. II
have been told that going to heaven
is like going to mill. If your wheat
is good, the miller will new ask
which way you came"
Child, child, some n has tam.
pered with you"
She retorted quickly.
"He did not tamper, he has eve
sought to-he was all kindness"
She stopped, her short upper lip
holding it's incautious mate a pris-
oner. She blushed furiously under
the sudden blaze of his eyes.
$50 it's true, what Seth Wright
limited at? To think that you, of all
people-my sweetheart-gone over
won over by a cursed mobocrat-a
fiend with the blood of our people wet
on his hands! Listen, Prue; I'm going
into the desert. Even though you
beg me to stay, you must have known
perhaps you hoped-that l would
go. There are many reasons why |
must. For one, there are $40 poor
hunted wretches over there on the
river bank, sick, cold, wet, starving,
but enduring it all to the death for
their faith in Joseph Smith. They
could have kept their comfortable
homes here and their substance, sim
ply by %renouncing him-they are all
voluntary exiles-they have only to
say L do not believe Joseph Smith
was a prophet Of Cod and these
ksIt111S l. AOk V2IA
open arms, give them clothing, food,
and shelter, put them again in posses.
sion of their own. But they are lying
out over there, fever-stricken, starv.
ing, chilled, all because they will not
deny their faith. Shall 1 be a craven,
then, who have scarcely ever wanted
for food or shelter, and probably shall
not? OF course you don't love me or
you couldn't ask me to do that. Those
faithful wretehed ones are waiting
over there for me to guide them on
toward a spot that will probably be
still more desolate. They could find
their way, almost, by the trail OF
graves we left last spring. but they
need my strength and my spirit, and
I am going. am going, too, for my
own salvation. ! would suffer any.
thing for you, but by going | may
save us both. Listen, child; God is
going to make a short work on earth.
We shall both see the end Of this
reign of sin. It is well ii you take
wheat to the mill. but what If you
fetch the miller chah instead"
"Joa.-dear, dear Joel!-indeed l
pity and sympathize-and care for
but I cannot go-even after all you
say. And don't you see it will al.
ways be so! My father says tho
priesthood will always be in trouble
if it sets itself above the United
States. Dear Joel, I can't 60, indeed
I can't go!"
He spoke more softly now.
THANK God I don't realize it yet
I mean, that we must part. You tell
me so and I hear you and my mind
knows, but my heart hasn't sensed
it yeti a feel it now going stupid
ly along singing it's old happy SONG
of hope and gladness, while all this is
going on here outside. But soon the
big hurt will come. Oh, Prue-Prue,
girl!-can't you think what it will
mean to me? Don't you know how !
shall sicken for the sight of you, and
my ears will listen for you! Prudence,
Prue, darling-yet I must not be
womanish! 1 have a big work to do.