Plainly he was both
impatient and angry. It was nearly time for him to make his Sunday call
upon Mescal.
"Something's wrong," muttered Dave.
"Hester! Hester!" yelled Snap.
Mother Ruth came out and said that Hester was not there.
"Where is she?" Snap banged on the window-sill with his fists. "Find
her, somebody--Hester!"
"Son, this is the Sabbath," called Father Naab, gravely. "Lower your
voice. Now what's the matter?"
"Matter!" bawled Snap, giving way to rage. "When I was asleep Hester
stole all my clothes. She's hid them--she's run off--there's not a
d--n thing for me to put on! I'll--"
The roar of laughter from August and Dave drowned the rest of the speech.
Hare managed to stifle his own mirth. Snap pulled in his head and
slammed the window shut.
"Jack," said August, "even among Mormons the course of true love never
runs smooth."
Hare finally forgot his bitter humor in pity for the wife. Snap came to
care not at all for her messages and tricks, and he let nothing interfere
with his evening beside Mescal. It was plain that he had gone far on the
road of love. Whatever he had been in the beginning of the betrothal, he
was now a lover, eager, importunate.
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