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Updated: June 14, 2025
Withers drew Shefford off to the side where, under a tree, they hitched their horses. "Never saw Stonebridge full of a riffraff gang like this to-day," said Withers. "I'll bet the Mormons are wild. There's a tough outfit from Durango. If they can get anything to drink or if they've got it Stonebridge will see smoke to-day!... Come on. I'll get in that hall."
Now, however, he seemed almost glad to talk to some one, and there was quite a tremble in his voice as he spoke of his sister and Mrs Shield. "Then your own mother's not alive?" I asked. I had asked the same question once at Stonebridge House, I remembered, and then he had almost resented it. "No, she died when Mary was born, fourteen years ago. I cannot remember her at all."
His sharpening mind cut these out as his greatest assets for the present. And his thoughts flashed like light through his brain.... Judge Stone and his court would fail to convict any Mormon in Stonebridge, just the same as they had failed in the northern towns. They would go away, and Stonebridge would fall to the slow, sleepy tenor of its former way.
Prayers at Stonebridge House consisted of a few sentences somewhat quickly uttered by Mr Ladislaw, who put in an appearance for the occasion, followed by a loud "Amen" from Miss Henniker, and in almost the same breath, on this occasion, the award of a bad mark to Philpot for having opened his eyes twice during the ceremony. After this we partook of a silent breakfast, and adjourned for study.
The driver interrupted me with a loud laugh. "Oh, my eye, that's a good 'un; you at school with old Jack Smith! Oh, that'll do, that'll do!" and he roared with laughter. "But I really was," repeated I, "at Stonebridge House." "You was? How long before you was born was it; oh my eye, eh?" "It was only last year." "Last year, and old Jack lost the last tooth out of his head last year too."
I was carried and lifted out of the valley, and rode a long way on a horse. They brought me here, to the cabin where I live, and I have never been away except that that time to Stonebridge. Only little by little did I learn my position. Bishop Kane was kind, but stern, because I could not be quick to learn the faith. "I am not a sealed wife. But they're trying to make me one.
"I'm sorry, sir," faltered I, at this rather discouraging beginning, "but " And here I stuck. What was the use of trying to explain what still remained the fact? Mr Barnacle eyed me keenly, and continued, "You are fourteen, you say, have just left school, and are good at arithmetic. What school were you at?" "Stonebridge House, sir." "Where is that?" "In Cliffshire."
She had her eye on every one of us the whole time, nay, more than ever; and many a bad mark was sprinkled up with her readings. "Once more, dearly beloved Batchelor, a bad mark," became to me quite a familiar sound before I had been many Sundays at Stonebridge House. This particular Sunday evening I thought I should go mad, at least, during the first part of the performance.
It was announced to me at my first appearance in school, that on account of my delinquencies I was on the "strict silence" rule for the rest of the term, that my bed was removed to the other dormitory, and that I was absolutely forbidden to hold any further communication, either by word or gesture, with my friend Smith. Thus cheerfully ended my first term at Stonebridge House.
Then an Indian always found easier steps in a trail and shorter cuts. Withers put his mount to some bad slopes, and Shefford had no choice but to follow. But they crossed the great broken bench of upland without mishap, and came out upon a promontory of a plateau from which Shefford saw a wide valley and the dark-green alfalfa fields of Stonebridge.
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