“The Saints marry for principle, not for love. Principle is only the thing,” Miss Talkative said. “There can be no love in polygamy. If he must have another wife, it is certainly best for him to have one that I can manage.” Fanny did not agree. Nor did she agree with her friend’s perspective when she said, “Wife number two and three do all the work and I have little else to do than to supervise the household and enjoy myself.”
It wasn’t long before Fanny found herself in the Endowment House on the left side of her husband while the wife selected for him by the church leaders stood at his right. Elders had taught her that the fault was not in Mormonism but in her early gentile training. When doubts came to her mind, she would suppress them. She knew it was her duty to accept what was right and she dared not think of open rebellion. To rebel would be to renounce husband, children, and all else. Fanny placed the hand of the new wife in the hand of her husband, thereby giving proof of her obedience to the principle. It was useless to fight against the will of heaven.
Fanny was overwhelmed when her talkative friend, now known to be Sister Anne, visited her again and told her she had been baptized for Queen Anne. In this visit, Fanny learned about the souls in Paradise. Paradise was not a happy place. It was the place where souls who had not heard the gospel would go. It was a sort of prison. A spirit prison. There were millions upon millions of souls waiting to be released into the Celestial kingdom. Sister Anne explained she had been baptized for many of her relatives of the past. Empress Josephine, Napoleon, George Washington–all had been baptized by one of the living, thereby freeing them from the place called Paradise.
“I think I shall wait,” Fanny said, “until I find a Queen Fanny.” She could not help but feel amused.
Then, in the year 1869, Fanny’s husband incurred the wrath of Brigham Young.
He owned and managed a newspaper and had published favorable notices of non-Mormon stores. This was good business from a newspaper man’s perspective, but President Young accused him of aiding and abetting the wicked gentiles. Her husband felt this was an infringement upon his personal rights. Fanny was delighted to see her husband’s confidence in Brigham’s inspiration slowly dwindling away.
One Sunday evening, Fanny’s husband returned home to announce: “Brother Brigham has given me a mission. He wishes me to go to Ogden and publish my paper there.” Both knew this move could bring their financial ruin. They also knew this was the way Brigham acted towards those he feared and doubted. In their time in Salt Lake City, they had seen President Young ruin many a man and his family.
Her husband doubted the prophet and feared if he disobeyed him he might be resisting God. He broke up his establishment in Salt Lake City and moved to the poverty stricken Ogden. Several months later, he asked Brigham’s permission to return to the city. This was granted, but he soon realized the teachers, when making their weekly home visits, told the people not to take in the paper again. Then, they were informed the prophet had granted a divorce to Stenhouse’s second wife. There was no longer any doubt, Brigham was intent upon the ruination of her husband. He was soon disfellowshipped for irregular attendance at the School of Prophets. Fanny heard her husband’s expletive followed by his firm decision: “Cost me what it may, I will be free!”
The Stenhouses left the church. In the interest of finding some way to provide for his family, Mr. Stenhouse set out for New York. Fanny began to mix freely with the non-Mormons in the city and soon found these new associations produced a marked effect upon her mind. Her views were enlarged, her thoughts became more liberal.
Letters from her husband showed he, too, was going through a similar transformation. As the months passed, the couple became dearer to each other and happy in their family circle. They found renewed togetherness and a deep happiness.