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She had detected the sound of a footstep which Susannah now heard coming heavily near. A large man of about twenty-five years of age entered from the bluster of the storm. As Susannah was trying to push out past him into its fury, he paused, staring in rough astonishment. Lucy hung on to her arm. "Stay a bit! Joseph must hold the umbrella over Miss. Emmar, tell her she can't no wise go alone."
She looked almost repentant for a moment, and then said humbly, "If you'll come in and see Emmar Joseph and Emmar have come home Emmar will tell you the same." A gray vaporous tint was being spread over the heavens, folding this portion of earth in its shadow and darkening the interior of the cabin which Susannah entered. Upon a decent bedstead reclined a young woman.
The child made them all akin the squalid old hysteric, the respectable young mother, the beautiful girl in her silken shawl. Some minutes elapsed. "Emmar, Miss here doesn't know nothing about Joseph. She says it ain't true." The young mother smiled frankly.
When I found to-day that there wasn't a chance of staving off the bankruptcy I sent Emmar and the children and Rigdon's folks off in a close waggon after sundown. Rigdon's rid off by another road, and I've got my horse ready and ought to be gone. And there ain't a man in Kirtland as will know which way we've gone by to-morrow, so that no Saint will need to do any lying on my account."
"Emmar, Emmar," said Lucy Smith, "tell Miss from the mill about the angel that appeared to Joseph." Emma Smith was a nobly made, dignified young creature. She looked at Susannah's beautiful and open countenance, and straightway drew forth the young thing she was nursing for her inspection. It was an infant but a few days old. Surprised, reverent, and delighted, Susannah bent over it.
Emmar didn't for a long time, but then, after a spell, she gave up all the comforts of her father's house just to stand by me, and no one's ever had a word to say against Emmar." They stopped at a farmhouse on the outskirts of the village. Smith had said to Susannah, "There's a gentleman I know stopping at Sharon Peck's. I'll pass the umbrellar on to him, and he'll take you home.
"I saw it last night in the way I see things, in my visions, but Emmar she heard from some of the Saints that came from Palmyra that your uncle was sick unto death, and last night the Lord told me he was dead." She rose up suddenly. She had known too many instances of this man's curious knowledge of distant events to think of doubting.
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