Judith of the Godless Valley — Honore Morrow

To believe in a living God; to preach His Holy Writ without fear or favor; to sacrifice self that others may find eternal life; this is true happiness. The Rev. James Fowler. IT was Sunday in Lost Chief; Sunday and mid-winter. For the first time in nearly ten years there was to be a sermon preached in the valley and every one who could move was making his way to the schoolhouse. Douglas Spencer drove his spurs into Buster and finished the last hundred yards at a gallop. Judith, his foster sister, stood up in her stirrups, lashed Swift vigorously over the flanks with the knotted reins and when Buster slid on his haunches to the very doorstep, Swift brought her gnarled fore legs down on his sweeping tail and slid with him. She brought up when he did with her nose under his saddle blanket. The boy and girl avoided a mix-up by leaping from their saddles and jerking their mounts apart. Now look at here, Jude! shouted Douglas, you keep that ornery cow-pony of yours off of me or Ill make you sorry for it! Judith put her thumb to her small red nose, and without touching the stirrups leaped back into the saddle. Then she looked calmly about her. First ones here! she said complacently. Even the preacher hasnt
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