Two O’clock
Excitement had come with a vengeance , and under its stress Felicity had spoken first . But this , like the breaking of the cup , had no significance for us at the moment . The Story Girl snatched the paper and read the announcement to a group on which sudden , tense silence had fallen . Under a sensational headline , `` The Last Trump will sound at Two O'clock To-morrow , '' was a paragraph to the effect that the leader of a certain noted sect in the United States had predicted that August twelfth would be the Judgment Day , and that all his numerous followers were preparing for the dread event by prayer , fasting , and the making of appropriate white garments for ascension robes . I laugh at the remembrance now -- until I recall the real horror of fear that enwrapped us in that sunny orchard that August morning of long ago ; and then I laugh no more . We were only children , be it remembered , with a very firm and simple faith that grown people knew much more than we did , and a rooted conviction that whatever you read in a newspaper must be true . If the _ Daily Enterprise _ said that August twelfth was to be the Judgment Day how were you going to get around it ?