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Flying Away on a Broomstick

by Judge Clark

“I tell thee, daughter, thou must cease to hold converse with this young stranger; these are no times to make free with every chance comer.”

The speaker was Jethro Ware, a leading man of the town of Salem, in the colony of Massachusetts Bay, in the never-to-be-forgotten time when his evil highness, in his accustomed tour up and down the earth, paid an especial visit to that goodly New England borough, and witches, wizards, and warlocks held high carnival in honor of his coming.

“But I have not made free with Edward Trent,” Rachel answered, coloring at her father’s words; “nor hath there been any converse between us unseemly for a maiden’s ears. Surely none can say aught against him, and his daily walk hath been in all things commendable.”

“It is not for thee, girl, to pass judgment in such matters. True, he is a well-favored and fair-spoken youth; but in these times, when the emissaries of Satan are abroad, one cannot be too circumspect.”

A smile flitted over Rachel’s features. It is probable she saw something ludicrous in coupling Edward Trent with Satan’s emissaries.

“There is another matter, Rachel, of which I may as well speak at this as at a future time,” resumed Jethro Ware, with a look so grave that the smile at once vanished from Rachel’s face. “Pekahiah Craft hath today asked my consent that he take thee to wife… Read More