Liberty Belle

Isabelle Green is a young Quaker woman during the turbulent American Revolution. Quakers are pacifists, and women's place is not on the battlefield. Young Isabelle will defy many, breaking a few rules along the way...


"Isabelle!" She jolted from her daydreams, the breeze tugging at her curls. Her sewing lay at in her lap idly, a needle and thread in her fingers. Her mother's stern eyes watched her young daughter as she had drifted from her work, being pulled away from their world into another. Her sharp voice snapped her from whatever thoughts in which her mind lingered, her wide dark eyes gazing back at her, filled with the soft innocence of her age.

With a commanding look from her mother, Isabelle silently returned to her work. Though still the birdsong called from the open window, the delicate blossoms of spring decorating the landscape with effortless elegance. A smile tugged at Mrs. Green's lips, such simplistic prettiness did she see in her daughter, and naught should shatter such a fragile bloom. One day Isabelle herself would make a fine young wife, and would have such handsome little children.

Mrs. Green frowned. Only if Mr. Owens would stop his pursuit of her. It was well known he was a pesky troublemaker in their Quaker community. It was common knowledge that his mother, now Mrs. Graves, was a convert from the Massachusetts sort of Christian after the death of her first husband, Mr. Henry Owens, and her marriage to a Quaker man of their town, Mr. Graves. That was simply a reason to get a bad taste in her mouth.

Yet it had not only been his parentage. Mr. Owens was the source of much gossip, as he had a mouth for speaking-an out-spoken sort who talked of controversial topics as involvement in the Revolution. Quakers were firmly seated in their belief of pacifism, and would partake in no such things as blood and war. There was chatter, even among the men folk, that Mr. Owens may find himself expelled from the church.

She could not contain a shudder at such a thought. Certainly her Isabelle would not tie herself to such a man if he was expelled. Mrs. Green would not allow it, and she knew Mr. Green would not either. He had too seen Mr. Owen's attempts at gallantry, and the lovely blush of Isabelle's cheek, as well as her extra care of her hair and sorts.

Though Mrs. Green convinced herself that Isabelle did find this as serious as she worried, only the games of youth, and if Mr. Owens was, in fact, removed from the church, she would not continue in his company any longer.

The End

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