Silence fell, while Uncle Ephraim and all the audience gazed upon the
two tall young men, one so fair, one so dark, both so handsome, and
both standing as if turned to stone.
Uncle Ephraim's voice again broke the intense stillness.
"As I look upon you two boys," he said, "both so pretty, both so
upstanding and brave, both orphants through this war that has been
handed down to you, both honest as the day, both feeling hit your
bounden duty to kill each other off if you can, both knowing that,
if either one had his way, t'other's fair body would be laying under
the sod, hit does seem like sorrow plumb swallows me up, and my heart
swells too big for hits socket, like I would gladly pour out my life
here before you, if hit could only bring you together in right feeling.
"Boys, when Amy here was a-reading Scripter to me a-Sunday, she read
where hit said, 'Give place to wrath--vengeance is mine, saith the
Lord'; and another, and better, read: 'Love your enemies, pray for them
that despitefully use you.' I ax you to meditate on them words in days
to come, to open up your hearts and your minds to 'em. Not now,--the
day is still far off when you can accept sech idees,--love being a
puny-growing and easy-killed plant. I don't ax for nothing of that kind
now. All I request is your word calling a truce while the women stays.
All I ax is for you to think about the county and forget yourselves. Do
you, Darcy, my offspring, and the oldest of the two, feel to give me
your hand on hit?"
Darcy, flushed and then pale, reached up and slowly laid a hand in his
grandfather's. "I do," he said, firmly.
Fult did not wait to be asked. "Me, too," he said, taking Uncle
Ephraim's other hand. Then, impulsively, "And I'll say furder, Uncle
Ephraim, that if all the Kents was like you there never would have been
no war."
"There would not," repeated Uncle Ephraim, emphatically, clasping the
hands of the two.
He looked out over the assembly. "Citizens of this county," he said,
"you have witnessed this solemn covenant this day made and sealed in
your presence. And I call upon all here that has ever tuck sides or had
hard feelings, to see to hit that they keep the truce their leaders
has agreed on, and make hit stand. And I hereby declare peace in this
county for the time these women stays with us. And now, may the Lord
dig round our hearts with the mattock of his love, till the roots goes
to spreading, and the sap goes to rising, and the leaves buds out, and
the blossoms of love and righteousness shoots forth and abounds in all
our lives!"
IV
THE SINGING GAL
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