The Lions of the Lord - A Tale of the Old West by Harry Leon Wilson
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fingers of one hand came off on the bar of the cart one afternoon; and
then her hand had to be amputated. Brother Brigham, she shouldn't be cheated of her place in the Kingdom." "Well, she ain't capable, and she ain't a pretty person, so what can she do?" "I believe if the Lord is willing I will have her sealed to me." "It will be your own doings, Brother Rae. I wouldn't take it on myself to counsel that woman to anybody." "I feel I must do it, Brother Brigham." "Well, so be it if you say. She can be sealed to you and be a star in your crown forever. But I hope, now that you've begun to build up your kingdom, you'll do a little better, next time. There's a lot of pretty good-looking young women came in with a party yesterday--" "All in good time, Brother Brigham! If you're willing, I'll pick up my second on the way south." "Well, well, now that's good!" and the broad face of Brigham glowed with friendly enthusiasm. "You know I'd suspicioned more than once that you wasn't overly strong on the doctrinal point of celestial marriage. I hope your second, Brother Joel, is a little fancier than this one." "She'll be a better worker," he replied. "Well, they're the most satisfactory in the long run. I've found that |
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