The Shield of Silence

The Shield of Silence

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Title: The Shield of Silence
Author: Harriet T. Comstock
Illustrator: George Loughridge
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[Illustration: "_Joan rose from her self-appointed task. She looked at
Thornton and throbbed with hate--but as she looked her mood again
changed--she felt such pity as she had never known in her life
before._"]

THE SHIELD OF SILENCE
BY HARRIET T. COMSTOCK
AUTHOR OF JOYCE OF THE NORTH WOODS, ETC.
FRONTISPIECE BY GEORGE LOUGHRIDGE
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made in the United States of America
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COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF
TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING
THE SCANDINAVIAN
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY LIFE
PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
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TO MY SON PHILIP S. COMSTOCK
"We will grasp the hands of men and women; and slowly holding one
another's hands we will work our way upwards."
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THE SHIELD OF SILENCE
Let us agree at once that--

We are all on the Wheel. The difference lies in our ability to cling or let
go. Meredith Thornton and old Becky Adams--let go!
Across the world's heart they fell--the heart of the world may be wide
or narrow--and, by the law of attraction, they came to Ridge House and
Sister Angela.
Unlike, and separated by every circumstance that, according to the
expected, should have kept them apart--they still had the same problem
to confront and the solution had its beginning in that pleasant home for
Episcopal Sisters which clings so enchantingly along the north side of
what is known as Silver Gap, a cleft in the Southern mountains.
To say the solution of these women's problems had its beginnings in
Ridge House is true; but that they were ever solved is another matter
and this story deals with that.
Meredith Thornton was young and beautiful. Up to the hour that she let
go she had lived as they live who are drugged. She had looked on life
with her senses blurred and her actions largely controlled by others.
Old Becky, on the other hand, had gripped life with no uncertain hold;
she, according to the vernacular of her hills, "had the call to larn," and
she learned deeply.
Sister Angela had clung to the Wheel. She had swung well around the
circle and she believed she was nearing the end when the strange
demand was made upon her.
The demand was made by Meredith Thornton and Becky Adams.
Meredith, from her great distance, somewhat prepared Sister Angela by
a letter, but Becky, being unable either to read or write, simply took to
the trail from her lonely cabin on Thunder Peak and claimed a promise
made three years before.
And now, since The Rock played a definite part in what happened, it
should have a word here.

In a land where nearly all the solid substance is rock--not stone, mind
you--The Rock held a peculiar position. It dominated the landscape and
the imagination of Silver Gap, and the superstition as well. It was a
huge, greenish-white mass, a mile to the east of Thunder Peak, and over
its smooth face innumerable waterfalls trickled and shone. With this
colour and motion, like a mighty Artist, the wind and light played,
forming pictures that needed little fancy to discern.
At times cities would be delicately outlined with towers and roofs
rising loftily; then again one might see a deep wood with a road
winding far and away, luring home-tied feet to wander. And
sometimes--not often, to be sure--the Ship would ride at anchor as on a
painted sea.
The Ship boded no good to Silver Gap as any one could tell. It had
brought the plague and the flood; it brought bad crops and raids on
hidden stills; it waited until its evil cargo had done its worst and then it
sailed away in the night, bearing its pitiful load of dead, or its burden of
fear and hate. Surely there was good and sufficient reason for dreading
the appearance of The Ship, and on a certain autumn morning it
appeared and soon after the two women, unknown to each other, came
to Ridge House and this