There is your elder, Rigdon, for instance; when he got here and heard of some of the things your folks had suffered, he up and made a wild oration on the 4th of July, and said that if any more outrages were committed on the Mormons, the Mormons would up and exterminate all the Gentiles in the State.

But it has been well enough seen by any one who had eyes to see that no such language was ever countenanced by the real rulers of your sect." When Susannah thanked the old man for his candour he drove his moral once more.

"You see, madam, I can look at things as they are because I am not bound by any religion to look at them in any particular way." Susannah rose up when the old man's story was ended, and stood for some minutes looking wistfully out through the window panes upon the leafless and storm-swept fields.

They two were together in the long, scantily furnished living-room at the end of the long table.

Her figure was stronger, more true in its proportions, than when she had been a girl.
Her hair, trained into smooth obedience, was fastened within the muslin cap she had fashioned for herself, tied Quaker fashion under her chin.
Her face was very white, as if, having blanched with terror in the tragedy of Haun's Mill, the life-blood had not as yet returned to it.
At last she said simply, "I thank you, sir." The old man looked most approvingly at her form and at the subtle witchery which the eagerness of imprisoned thought gave to reticent features, at the depth of her blue eye.